The Washington times., 1934-11-24

Talk turkey, L managed I
1T will give you those upstairs
that she-deWl. I will give you the
money. 1 will give you all-it you
will let me go out. I am old. I am
sick. I cannot live in prison.
What have to do with robberles?
Nothing. Is it my fault that She
devil? You have seen it here.
1 am q slave-I who am near the
end of my life. Abuse, cursings,
beatings and those are not
enough. Now I must go to prison
because that she-devil is a She
devil. I am an old man who can
not live in prisons. You let me go
out. You do me that kindness. l
will give you that she-devil-thoSe
other devils-the money they
stole. That I will dol"
Thus spoke this panic-stricken
little old man" squirming and
fidgeting on his chair.
How can I get you out?" I
asked, getting up from the floor
my eye on his gun. If I could get
to him while we talked.
How not? You are a friend OF
the police-that I know. The po-
lice are here now-waiting for
daylight before they come into
this house. I myself with my old
eyes saw them take that Blue
point Vance. You can take me
out past your friends, the police.
You do what I ask, and I will give
you those devils and their
moneys"
Sounds good" I said, taking a
careless step toward him. But
can I just stroll out of here wnen
I want to?"
mo! mol" he said, paying no
attention to the second step I took
toward him. But first I will give
you those three devils. I will give
them to you alive but without
power. And their money. That I
will do, and then you will take me
out-and this girl here" He
nodded suddenly at Nancy, whose
white face, still nice in spite Of its
terror, was mostly wide eyes just
now. "She, too, has nothing to
do with those devils crimes. She
must go with me-"
Close Quarters
wondered what this old rabbit
thought he could do. 1 froWned
exceedingly thoughtful while I
took still another step toward
him,
Make no mistake" he whis-
peFed earnestly. when that she
devil comes back into this room
yop will die-She will kill you
certainly"
Three more steps and I would be
close enough to take hold of him
and his gun.
Footsteps were in the hall. Too
late for jump.
"Yes?" he hissed desperately.
I nodded a split second before
Big Flora came through the door.
She was dressed for action in a
pair of blue pants that were prob
ably Pogy's, beaded moccasins, a
silk waist, A ribbon held her curly
yellow hair back from her face.
She had a gun in one hand, one
in each hip pocket.
The one in her hand swung up.
you're DONE" she told me, quite
matter-of-fact.
My newly acquired confederate
whined, wait, wait, Flora! Not
here like this, please! Let me take
him to the cellar"
She scowled at him, struggling
her Silken shoulders.
MAKE it quick" she said. It'll
be light in another half-hour."
/ felt too much like crying to
laugh at them. Was I supposed to
think this woman would let the
rabbit change her plans? 1 sup
pose I must have put some value
on the old gink'S help, or 1
wouldn't have been so disappointed
when this little comedy told me
it was a frame-up. But any hole
they worked me into couldn't be
any worse than the one I was in.
So I went ahead of the old man
into the hall, opened the door he
switched on the base
ment light and went down the
rough steps.
Close behind me he was whisper
ing, III first show you the
moneys, and then will give to you