Evening star., 1935-08-25

appropriate somebody's parked car.
The chances were that the theft would
not be reported until after the lob
was done. They'd park near the door
to her husbands lodgings and when he
came along. she'd call him over and
Paul would ask him inside with his
revolver. Then they'd take him out to
Flatbush and leave him there.
1t was only ten.
She liked things rounded out. She
wanted to delve. Her acquaintance in
Antilles expected the sauce of such
delvings with every tale; otherwise she
wouldn't listen, but would keep all of
her attention focused on the graceful
antics of the busy plant. They'd had
four whiskeys, and she ordered two
more. How mellow everything was
becoming, and the rose color was rather
lovely again. 1T makes everybody
look young" she said. Even those
who are"
He wasn't any Arthur because he
said: Are what?" But then, she
thought, he was killer. not column
ist, and she also thought it might be a
nice gesture to give him the gold
cigarette case as well as the thousand
dollars, the one that last night was
going to have gone to Bolton. The
palm of her hand was cold and damp
and it pressed over his.
Don't let this get you." Paul said.
She ordered more drinks. 1T won't"
These will be the last" Paul said.
They found a small coupe parked
four blocks away and Paul did some
thing to the ignition and they got
in it and started off for Atlantic
Avenue. She said that a coupe might
be crowded with three of them on one
seat, and how could Paul drive them
and still keep her husband covered
with the revolver? But Paul pointed
out that the gun had a silencer and
made no more noise than "plop," and
that her husbands dead body would
ride easier propped up on the one seat
between them. She told him the num-
Der of the house way out on Atlantic
Avenue. She felt swell and right on
her toes, no matter how damp her
palm was, and started right in to
register every impression, so that the
sauce would be good enough to keep
the woman's attention in Antilles.
When they parked a few doors away
down the block, it was about midnight
and Paul said that if her husband
didn't show up in ten minutes or so,
she'd have to 60 inside and see if
maybe he'd got home early and was
waiting for her. The snatch on the
coupe was too hot for them to do much
parking around in it.
Didn't he ever get nervous, she said.
For what? ! don't know you and
you don't know me, and don't know
your husband. and he don't know me,
so what?" Jobs like this one we're a
lot safer than rolling off log.
She saw Belton turn the corner and
come towards them along the deserted
street. There he il" she said.
Get SET"
Bolton looked young again in the
dim lighting of the street, and she
got out of the coupe and stood by
the open door waiting for him, know
ing that Paul had his gun out with
that cumbersome looking cylinder
thing on the end of it and was sort
of leaning down behind her in the
blacker shadows Bolton saw her and
kept coming right up to her; she felt
Paul's hand hit her a sharp tap and
wondered whether it was a signal, so
she stepped aside in order not to be in
the way of the bullet and planned to
catch Bolton after she heard the
''plop."
Bolton paid no attention to her but
was close enough SO he could see Paul
and the gun in Paul's hand. He said:
Hello, Paul." and looked at the gun,