The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-22

 hid her in the shadows in the corner of the room. The door swung open and someone came in and went to where the dead man lay. Jean could see him squatting down, could hear him mutter something; then she saw him pick up the machine gun and move cautiously toward the window. As he came into the moonlight she SEW his face. It was Red Jackson.
 Jean never quite knew, after ward, how she managed to do what she did then. She could only remember raising the heavy re- volver, gripping 1t with both hands, pointing 1t ct the man at the window, shutting her eyes tightly, and squeezing the trigger. Then, for the second time that night, she collapsed in a faint.
 When she woke the noise had ceased. She was lying on Q bed, the lights were on, and someone was bathing her face with Q cold cloth. She stirred, blinked couple of times, and then looked up. Larry Glenn bent over her, Q damp handkerchief in his hand. On the bed beside her he had put an enormous, old-fashioned china washbowl from the stand in the corner; for some reason this was the first thing that caught Jeans attention and 1t seemed so utterly ridiculous that she began to laugh.
 Larry, where ever did you get that and whats 1t for?" she said. He stopped mopping her brow he was doing 1t rather clumsily and begged her to tell him that she was all right.
 of course I arn," she said, but what on earth are you doing with that bowl?"
 He looked at the bowl. straight ened, then tossed the damp hand- kerchief on the bed, and laughed.
 "Well, if you aren't e cool one" he said. gripping her hand. Here you come through something just one size smaller than the battle of Gettysburg, and you want to know what I'm doing with that washbowl. Listen, Jean, had to have some water and that was the only container could find and--"
 Al right" She swung her feet down and moved to e sitting position, helped by his arm. She looked up ct him, and realization came to her; she was safe, free, rescuedl
 Then she remembered sorne- thing else, and looked cautiously toward the window. There was Q stain on the carpet there, but nothing else.
 We carried 'em out" said Larry briefly.
 "Were they - were they" she began.
 lone was," he said. jackson wasn't. He was lying there uii- conscious. A bullet had just creased the top of his skull = just enough to put him out cold. Your bullet, I think"
 He looked ct her quizzically. She rubbed her forehead.
 I'm glad I didn't - kill him." she said.
 It was an hour before they were ready to leave. A patrol wagon was backed up against the car- riage house to receive the bodies of two gangsters who had been killed in the fighting. Four others, including Red Jackson and Sandy Harkins, who had been wounded, were being loaded into another patrol wagon for removal to the prison ward of the Portsmouth hospital three men, and white- faced Evelyn Brady had been manacled and put in one of the sheriff's cars for removal to the Jail.
 Of the governments force, four men had been wounded. They had already been taken to the hos- pital, and the report had come back that all of them would rec cover. Under Larry's direction, the officers who were not busy looking after the prisoners had been searching the house from top to bottom, collecting c small ar- senal of firearms and cache of bonds and currency worth many thousands of dollars.
 ''It's a cleanup" Larry jubs- lantiy told Mike Hagan. we got 'em all. Jackson'il keep, now, until he's put on trial for murder. We have plenty of evidence to get the electric chair for him and for his chief iieutenants. The rest of the gang are good for long terms ifi prison.
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