The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-11

turned to MdGtIl6WS, WllO OPOAASA the door to small waiting room which opened off his office. The room was almost bare, having for | furniture orl,y 8 plain table and two straight-backed chairs. One window looked out 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 win dow
 Gunderson sat down, tilted his chair back against the wall, and lit a cigaret. Jeckers looked about him irresolutely, sank into chair, and fixed his gaze on Gunderson's capacious boots. The other three returned to Matthews office, closing the door behind them.
 l "Well, it may be a long wait, 7 said Larry. But it'll work in the end. Especially since that man has been using the coke so long that he needs about four times as much as the ordinary cokey. He does, anyhow, if I'm any good at spot ting 8 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 snifer yet. Along towards lunch time he ought to be getting tolerabIy restless"
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 Larry suggested that Matthews park the three men from Dover in another office, so that he could go about his own routine work un- interrupted, and the Chicagoan in stalled them in a room a few doors down the corridor. There they grouped themselves about 8 table, tabulating and comparing their dis coveries - meager enough, as far as their immediate purposes were con- cerned = which they had made that morning in Jeckers' office.
 "Well, we've done our good deed for the day, whatever happens, 1" 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 will undoubtedly have plenty to hang on the old bird to put him away for good stretch. And that's really good deed" He puts his hands behind his head and looked absently out of the win dow.
 ''It's a long, long chain," he said meditatively. "The chain that keeps organized crime going. The bandits are the smallest part of 1t. It's the crooks down along the line who make it possible for the gunnen to operate, that really do the damage. The crooked lawyers, renegade doc tors, shyster f1nanciers who'll ham dle hot bonds, interruptions hotel owners who harbor them. politicians who'll protect them getting them is just as important as getting the men who carry the guns.
 Well, 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 Michi- gan with a plume of smoke lying in 8 long, blue-gray slant against the clear horizon.
 Lunch time came and went, and the afternoon wore along. At last. Matthews tapped on their door.
 Come along" he said. He's cracking"
 They hurried to Matthews 0fdce. Through the door where Gunder- son was keeping his weary vigil they heard . pleading voice -- a voice whose utter lack of self-con- trol and complete, shameless abase-