The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-09

Dearborn street to pay call or Doctor Jeckers. Larry had with hin hastily obtained warrant charging the doctor with harboring fugitive
 They drove past the $500 block turned to the right, and parked on side street just of North Dearborn. They stood by the car for a moment, perfecting their plans.
 "Just in case" said Larry someone ought to watch the rear. Tony, suppose you slip ur that alley = see, it's the third house. If he tries to come out the back way, collar him. You won't know him when you see him, of course, but collar anybody that tries to slip out. Maybe Aid better go with you. The three of us ought to be enough for the front way"
 Peters and LaRocco strolled ur the alley, to stop nonchalantly at gate in a dilapidated wooden fence The other three walked around the corner of North Dearborn and went down the sidewalk to the house.
 It was a tall brownstone affair with bulging bow-windows on its three floors. Once, back in the hey day of the eighties or whereabouts, il must have been 8 home of wealth and refinement; now it was an apartment house, looking decayed and slightly out-at-the-elbows, and obviously peopled by tenants who were not over-scrupulous about keeping their windows washed. Two children played on the worn flights of steps that led to the front door in the first-fioor bow-window a glass sign with gilt letters proclaimed the presence of Madame LaFleur, mas SeuSe.
 The three agents went up the steps, pulled open massive, time- stained door, and entered small lobby, with the usal letter boxes and exhibitions on one marble wall. Larry bent to inspect the names on the boxes. The one numbered for suite two = where Gunderson said Doctor Jeckers nved-bore no name.
 Larry protruded his lower liz as he peered at it; then, briskly he jabbed the button to the num- Der two suite.
 There was a moment of silence Then, from the speaking tube, came gruff voice, Who's it?"
 "This is Markus," said Larry. Another silence; then 8 grunt from the speaking tube, and the lock to the inner door clicked. Mat thews had been waiting, and at the first click he jerked it open. The three men strode down short hall went up a flight of stairs, and came to door with a brass number "2'' on its upper panel. They waited, and the door opened-just crack-and a yellowish eye gleamed out at them.
 Gunderson had one massive foot against the wood, and the effort to slam the door was unsuccessful Gunderson bent and pushed, and the door flew inward with violence, Larry and Matthews dashed in, in time to see spare, gray-haired man in rusty brown dressing gown go spinning across the little foyer, impelled by the force with which Gunderson had thrust at the door.
 The man collided with the wall with a thud and stood leaning against it, looking sideways at them, one arm raised to ward of blow, one hand in a side pocket of his dressing gown. He had a dull, pasty color to his skin and his eyes had an unpleasant yellowish tinge in the whites; his face was deeply lined from the nostrils to the corners of the mouth, and there was a mixture of fear and defiance in his look.
 Hold it!" he parked warningly. 'There1l be trouble"
 Watch him!" snapped Matthews: and at the same moment Gunder- sons hand shot out, seized the man by the forearm and gave him jerk that spun him across to the other side of the foyer. A small automatic flew out of the hand which had ben in the dressing gown pocket. Larry bounced on the man like a terrier Seizing a rat, slammed him heavily against the wall, and pin ned him there with his huge hands.
 A lock of gray hair, lank and greasy fell down over the mans forehead. He glared at his captors, painting.
 's.What is this?" he asked. "A stick up--or a pinch?"
 "A pinch," said Matthews dryly, Tipping back lapel to show his badge. The man looked at it and gave what might have been a sigh of relief; and Larry suddenly real ized that this regenade doctor prob ably lived in greater terror of some of the underworld folk who made up his clientele than of the law which he so consistently defied.
 He held out the warrant where the man could read it.
 "This is a federal pinch" he said "Want to talk to us here, or down. town?"
 Doc Jeckers read the warrant then looked up with a contemptu- ous curl on his lips.
 "Talk!" he said scornfully. It'll take more'n a piece of paper like that to set me talking"
 Have it your way" said Mat thews calmly. But, brother, you'll be talking and talking plenty be- fore you see the last of us."
 Dock Jeckers gave him a Soul look. Says you," he jeered.
 (To Be Continued)