The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1934-11-10

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Vance's gorillas ready to
do this-I'n tell you a couple who
weren't there-Big Flora and Red
O'Leary."
Her dopiness was gone. She
studied my face with green eyes
that were dark and savage.
"Was Bluepoint Vance?" she de.
manded.
What do you guess?" I re
piled.
She studied my face for a mo-
ment longer and then stood up.
Thanks for what you've told
me-" she said, land for meeting
me like this. I do hope you win. ~
She went out to be Swallowed by
Dick Foley. I ate my lunch.
At 4 o'clock that afternoon
Jack Counihan and I brought our
hired automobile to rest within
sight Of the front door Of the
Stockton Street hotel.
"He cleared himself with the
police, so there's no reason why he
should have moved, maybe"
told Jack, land I'd rather not
monkey with the hotel people, not
knowing them. If he doesn't
show by late We'll have to go up
against them then"
We settled down to cigarettes,
guesses on who'd be the next
heavyweight champion Of the
world. where to get good gin
and what to do with it, the injuS'
tice Of the new agency ruling that
for purposes Of expense accounts
Oakland was not to be considered
out Of town, and similar exciting
topics, which carried us from 4
o'clock to 10 minutes past 8.
At 9:10 Red O'Leary came out
Of the hotel.
"Luck's okay!" said Jack as he
jumped out Of the machine to do
the footwork while I stirred the
motor.
The fire-topped giant didn't take
us far, Larrouy's front door COB.
bled him. BY the time I had
parked the car and gone into the
dive, both O'Leary and Jack had
found seats. Jacks table was on
the edge Of the dance-floor,
OLeary's was on the other side
of the establishment, against the
wall, near a corner. A fat blond
couple were leaving the table back
in that corner when I came in, so
1 persuaded the waiter who was
guiding me to a table to make it
that one.
O'Leary's face was three-quar.
tiers turned away form me. He was
watching the front door, watching
it with an earnestneSs that turned
suddenly to happiness when girl
appeared there. She was the girl
Angel Grace had called Nancy Re.
gan. have already said she was
nice. Well, she was. And the cocky
little blue hat that hid all her hair
didn't handicap her niceness any
tonight.
The red.head scrambled to his
feet and pushed a waiter and a
couple Of customers out Of his way
as he went to meet her AS reward
for his eagerness he got some pro-
family that he didn't seem to hear
and a blue-eyed, white-toothed
smile that waS-Well-nice. He
brought her back to his table and
put her in q chair facing me, while
he sat very much facing her.
His voice was a baritone rumble
out Of which my shopping ears
could pick no words. He seemed
to be telling her lot, and she lis
tened as If she liked it.
But, Reddy, dear, you should.
Mt" she said one. Her voice.
know other words, but we'll stick
to this one-was nice. Outside Of
the music in it, it had quality.
Whoever this gunman's moll was,
she either had had a good start
in life or had learned her stuff
well. Now and then, when the or.
chestra came up for air. could
catch a few words, but they didn't
tell me anything except that
neither she nor her rowdy play.
mate had anything against the
other.
The Joint had been nearly
empty when she came in. BY 10
o'clock it was fairly crowded, and
10 o'clock Is early for Lorrouy's
customers. I began to pay less
attention to Reds girl-even If
she was nice-and more to my
other neighborS. It struck me
that there weren't many women
In sighG Checking up On that. ]