The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-16
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 kerchief and put it in his pocket.

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 drew near and finally Larry was able to get a good look at her. He reached in h:s pocket for his little envelope of pictures, studied them briefly, and then waited for anoth- CT look at the girl. Then he looked at Hagan.
 Looks like her." he said. "But"' his eyes returned to the table she had left-"none of the men in her party look in the least like our friend Wingy. Wingys a red-head with a busted nose. Try and find anybody like that at that table,"
 They looked again at the man who was dancing with the girl.
 Hes out, anyway" said Larry. "Wingy Lewis is short. This guy must be six feet tall"
 Well" said Hagan, that black haired guy in the dinner clothes is short enough. Only his hair ain't red, and his nose is as straight as mine.",
 Larry looked a, cile detective and grinned. "Straighter," he said. Then the grin vanished.
 You want to remember, though" he said, "that there are such things as hair dyes and beauty doctors" But what do any of these hoods have to do with beauty doctors?"
 Larry laughed shortly.
 You'd be surprised" he said. Didn't Dillinger go to one? They know all the tricks, these birds. If one of them has pan that's known to too many detectives, he doesn't mind going to some interruptions face-lifter and having it changed. You can't always tell much by pho- tographs, these days"
 Makes our jobs kind of tough, then, don't it?" asked Hagan.
 "Yes except that there are other ways" said Larry thought fully. He looked about the room meditatively.
 You know any of the staff here?" he asked.
 Just to speak, to, is about all. This place hasn't been open so very long,"
 "Oh. We'll"
 Larry continued to look about him until he caught the eye of 8 waiter, whom he signalled with a jerk of his head. The waiter came to his table and stood there expect antly. Larry took a bill from his pocket and unobtrusively showed it to him.
 See that little black-haired man at the fourth table over?" he asked quietly, indicating the direction with a nod. The waiter looked. Him there by the corner, under the light?" he asked. Larry nodded.
 I'm a queer guy" said Larry. T like to collect drinking glasses that have been used by perfect strangers. This bill is yours if you'll bring me that mans glass, when he's through with it."
 The waiter looked at Larry to see if he were joking. Then he looked over at the litle black haired man once more. Then he stood motionless for a moment, ap- parently puzzling over the propo- sition to see if there might be a catch in it anywhere that would get him into trouble.
 "Yes, sir" he said at last. "Ill get it for you. You in a hurry for it?"
 Larry shook his head.
 "No rush." he said. "Only be dead sure you get his, and don't touch 1t with your own hands any more than you have to-"
 The waiter looked at him blank ly, then comprehended. His mouth frightened, and he seemed to be about to refuse the request. Larry let the corner of the bill appear from under his hand once more.
 This is a perfectly good bill" ," he said. You might as well have 1t as the next man."
 The waiter nodded.
 "Order a drink" he said sud- denly, out ol the side of his mouth. Larrys eyes met his again and Larry gave an order. The waiter sidled away; halfway to the service entrance. he turned and made his way to the table of Larry's quarry.
 The glasses there were empty. The waiter calmly put them on his tray, bent for minute to take a new order, and then left.
 A minute later he re-appeared. He came straight to Larry's table. bearing his tray. In front of Lar " he placed a small bottle and two glasses, one full of cracked ice and the other containing half-melted Ice cube and little pool of watery liquid.
 That's her. said the waiter softly. Larry looked at 1t carefully. Smudged fingerprints were clearly discernible on it's surface.
 "Ckay," he said, pressing the bill into the walters palm. The waiter thanked him and left. Larry gin- gerly picked the glass up. glanced ] about him to be sure that no one