The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-10
Ncola bank for eight months.

due apparently to the fact tha he got winged once by a bulle in some saloon fight or other an' thereby lost his telltale index fin ger. Now this Wingy Lewis used t. l be a confidence man out west. year or so ago he's believed to hay | joined the bank-robbing mob of tn notorious Red Jackson" Hagan nodded thoughtfully There was no need for Larry t tell him who Red Jackson was - Red Jackson, desperate crimina | wanted for more crimes thai could be named in one breath who roamcd all across the countr! in a way that left city and stat' police forces utterly helpless ant who gloried in the title of "Publit Enemy Number One" No, there was no need to tell Hagan or any one else who Red Jackson was.
 "So," resumed Larry, you set where that gets us. It indicates to begin with. that this job wa. the work of Red Jackson's gang It gives us an avenue of approach to the case. Instead ofajust hay. ing missing finger to go on we've a name, a photograph, 8 set of fingerprints, and 50 on."
 Did you show this Wingy guys photos to the bank people?" asked Hagan.
 "Of course. They identified it, but in a rather hesitant and un- certain way. Honestly, they were all so pittery that I'm not at all sure that their Identification would stand up in court. There's g. perfectly good chance, of course, that our four-finger bandit is someone we never heard of before someone that never got arrested and consequently has no record al Washington. But we're working on probabilities and so far the proba- bilities seem to point in the direc- ton of Red Jackson's outfit" Well, that makes 1t all very sim- ple," drawled Hagan with a grin "All you've got to do now is round up Red Jackson"
 Larry grinned ruefully. "Yeah-- simple, isn't it?" he asked. ",The gang has dropped out of sight. No body knows where they hang out. The fact of the matter undoubtedly is, of course, that they keep drifting from one part of the country to an other. They used to hang out in Chicago, but according to the best information we can get they have mt been there in months. That Neola holdup makes it look as if they're working their way east through the middle west, but we've nothing more to go on.
 But have got this much of a lead. It seems that about six months ago our friend Wingy be- came smitten with the charms of one Evelyn Brady, featured, in a minor way, on one of these middle western burlesque circuits . strip dancer, or something.
 Anyhow. Evelyn went for Wingy just as hard as Wingy went for her. She quit the burlesque business cold and stuck to Wingy. I've even heard that she actually married him; I don't know whether that's true or not, but I'm pretty well sat isfied that where Evelyn Is, there or thereabouts-Wing is also.
 "Now I'm coming to the point oi all of this. The hunt for Wingy has more or less resolved itself into a hunt for Evelyn, so I've been making inquiries. Until recently I could find no trace of the girl Then, a week ago, l got transferred They put me in charge of the re- gional office here in Dover. I no sooner got settled here than I be- thought me that one of the bur lesque houses in this city is on the circuit which our friend Evelyn once adorned with all her girlish beauty"
 Hagan gaped at him, round eyed.
 What beautiful English" he murmured. Larry grinned and tamped out his cigarct in the ash. tray at his elbow.
 ESQ.," he said, "I dropped around and got acquainted with the man. ager of the theater without, of course, letting on that I'm with the department of justice. And he said, after a while, that someone or other had told him that Evelyn has been seen right here in Dover recently.
 The next step was fairly ob- vious. All of these mobsters and their satellites are bound to play the hot spots. They just cant stay away from joints like this Golden Feather. So the thing to do was to keep snooping about these night clubs, keeping the eyes open for Evelyn Brady. Once we spot her provided that all our information is correct, we ought to begin get. ting the scent of Wingy; and If we do that, we'll be on Red Jackson's
 
 trail"
 He put the sheaf of photographs back in his pocket.
 80 there you have 1t all,' he said.
 Hagan nodded absently and stared off into cloud of drifting cigar smoke. At last he shrugged despondently.
 You don't know how lucky you are." he said. Being with the de- pertinent of justice. Look at the