The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-16
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 THAN DUNN, pretty, 21, is sec- fcl@ty Co DONALD MONTAGUE, lawyer. BOBBY WALLACE, au- Iomobile sniesnan, has frequently e1llsd her to marry him, but Jean delays her answer.
 At The Golden Feather night club she meets SANDY HAR- KTNg.
 LARRY GLENN, federal agent long . friend of Jean and Bobby is trying Co locate WINGY LEW IS, bank robber. He confines de- tails of the case to his friend, MIKE HAGAN, of the local police force.
 Jean and Bobby go to The
 Golden Feather again and see Sandy there with MIR. and MRS. LEWIS. They all so to the Lew ig apartment. Lewis tells Bobby he wants to buy car, "a special job" worth $lO,OOO. He shows Bobby some bonds worth $12,OOO and says if Bobby can sell them for him he will buy the car and Bobby will have 5000 profit.
 Bobby arranges to sell them to Jeans employer.
 CHAPTER x
 Larry Glenn sauntered into the Golden Feather night club, handed his hat to the checkroom girl, and persuaded the head waiter to give him a small table partially screen- ed by the palms at one corner of the little stage on which the orches- tra sat. Te took his seat, ordered a sandwich and coffee, and took a leisurely survey of the place.
 It was getting on toward mid- night now, and there were few va cant tables. Almost in his ear, the orchestra was plating and blaring in the fevered manner peculiar to night club orchestras; on the tiny dance floor 8 dozen couples were gliding and shuffling back and forth. From one table or another there would come periodically a burst of sudden laughter, 8 snatch Of conversation, or gay and ine- briated call of greeting to someone nearby.
 Larry looked about him, resting his gaze slowly on one face after another. That stout, red-faced man there in the gray suit; obviously a boisterous but basically harmless citizen, of the good-sport-heavy- spender type. The girl with him was just as easy to classify; party girl, neat in appearance, gay in manner, proud of her ability to take care of herself but apt to over- estimate that same ability, once in . blue moon.
 Next table two boys and two girls in evening clothes; nice- looking youngsters beginning to get a bit loud and uncertain in speech 2. Now what business, unused Larry, have four decent kids like them coming to place like this? They can't be out of high school yet. Oh, well, they're not my chil- dren.
 Next table a woman in black, 35 or whereabouts, sitting alone and looking forever toward the entrance; waiting for someone, clearly with scant patience, and imethodically downing old-fashion- eds as she waited. Whoever it was that was late for his appointment wsS going to hear something when he did show up.
 Next table three men and q girl, the latter seated with hei back toward Larry,s table, so that all he could see of her was dark dress and a large, foppy hat. One of the men wore tweeds and talked to her affably; a business man, by tho look of him, prepossessing ex- cept for a vaguely secretive look about the mouth. One of the other men was a rangy chap in blue serge, who was dreamily looking at the dancers and puffing at cig- aret; the other was small man, black k-haired, almost hoppish in a dinner suit, who was slumped down in his chair and seemed to be lis- tening inattentively to the man in tweeds.
 Mixed grill, thought Larry; a queer combination, that party, in some ways. And I can't say I care 8 whole lot for that little mans looks, either.
 Looking up, he saw his friend Mike Hagan, the seargeant o1 detectives.