The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-11-16

~ forward confidentially and
tapped Larry on the knee. Listen"
he said, grinning sardonically. Il
been around here a long. long time.
and I know a lot of birds thatre so
hard they make you little govern
ment men look like Sunday school
boys And if you think that you
can make me turn copper"
He leaned back and his grin be-
came bitterer. Come again. WhiS-
kers,' he said. 1T just won't work
This's bum rap you're giving me
with that little warrant of yours,
but I can take it. don't talk.
See?"
He thrust his scanned, dried-out
face up; the face that seemed to be
a record on which life had pitiless-
ly written all the degradation and
shame and evil that can come to
man Of talent and culture who elects
the downhill road and follows it to
the uttermost depths.
OhoNF GdIO calmly YAH
we let him cool a while?" He turned
to Matthews, who opened the door
to a small waiting room which
opened off his office. The room was
almost bare, having for furniture
only a plain table and two straight
backed chairs. One window looked
cut into an inner court; a second
door opened into the inner hallway
of the suite of offices.
Matthews crossed the room,
locked the door leading into the
hall put the key in his pocket. and
beckoned to Gunderson to bring
JeCkers into the room.
sit down." he snapped, when
Jeckers came in "Gunderson, you
better sit here, too-he might take
it into his head to go out the VIM
dow"
Gunderson sat down. tilted his
chair back against the wall, and lit
a cigaret.
Jeckers looked about him irreso-
lutely, sank into a chair, and fixed
his gaze on Gunderson's capacious
boots. The other three returned to
Office, closing the door
behind them.
We'll, it may be long wait" said
Larry. But it'll work in the end.
since that man has been
using the coke so long that he needs
about four times as much as the
cokey. He does, anyhow,
if I'm any good at spotting a cokey
by sight-and I've seen quite a few"
Matthews agreed.
There's this, too" he pointed out
Unless I misread the signs also, he
hadn't had time for his morning
snifter yet. Along toward lunch
time he ought to be getting toler-
ably restless"
T AIRY suggested that Matthews
~ park the three men from Dover
in another Office, so that he could
go about his own routine work UNI
interrupted, and the Chicagoan in
stalled them in a room a few doors
down the corridor. There they
grouped themselves about table,
tabulating and comparing their dis
coveries-meager enough, as far as
their immediate purposes were con-
cerned-which they had made that
in Jeckers' Office.
Well, we've done our good deed
for the day, whatever happens" said
Larry at last, leaning back in his
chair. We've landed old Doc
Jeckers-and if we should fail to
make this rap stick, the Chicago
police undoubtedly will have plenty
to hang on the old bird to put him
away for good stretch. And that's
really a good deed"
He put his hands behind his head
and looked absently out of the win
dow.
It's long, long chain" he said
meditatively. THE chain that keeps
organized crime going. The ban
dts are the smallest part Of it. It's
the crooks down along the line who
make it possible for the gunner to
operate that really do the damage.
The crooked lawyers, renegade doc
tors, ShySter financiers who'll han
lie hot bonds, INSCRIPTIONS hotel
owners who harbor them, politicians
who'll protect them-getting them
is just as important as getting the
men who carry the guns.
We'll, we've snapped one link in |
The chain here this morning. And
when we get back to Dover we're /
going to snap few more. And
meanwhile"
He left the sentence unfinished /
and looked out at blue Lake Mich !
gan, with plume of smoke lying
n a long, blue-gray slant against
1he clear horizon.
Lunch time came and went, and /
he afternoon wore along. At last
Matthews tapped on their door.
Come along" he said. Hes /
They hurried to Matthews office. /
Through the door where Gunder- I
on was keeping his weary vigil they /
heard pleading voice-a voice
whose utter lack of self-control and +
shameless abasement were T
unspeakably horrible to /
lear.
For the love of God" came a
loarse cry, give me that little boxi |
IN dying! See-I can't stand still: /
It's killing me! Please, please, man
-God!"
Larry looked at Matthews with
narrowed eyes.
This isn't pleasant trick he
aid, but there's no lodging it."
He opened the door. Jeckers was
pacing the floor feverishly.
Please, mister, for the love of
Sod" he began. Larry drew him
o his feet and thrust him into
hair.
Steady" he barked. Jeckers,
Gained, looked I'D
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