The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-12-05


''To keep and wear all the time?" she
asked, eagerly.
"Uh huh. And everywhere" he added.
He unbuttoned his coat leaned back. "All
we ask is little bond of faith. Not much
Just hundred dollars.
Her brows furrowed.
"Ooooh. | see."
Huh. She saw. Could you tie that
"But this isn't because we think you'd
be dishonest" he assured her. Its just
a policy of our business. Everyone with us
had to do it. And after all you'll have
thousands of dollars worth of our clothes
and'll get thrty-fve week with commits
sion for every customer you send to u.s."
"Mmm haven't that much" she
said toneessly. 'But do want the job"
Fifty"
1t was his time to look thoughtful. Fifty
bucks. Nice sting. Just what he had ex-
pected. Could knock that toy this even
ing. Better keep her at hundred though.
Could "off" it like "shill" offs hankty
sucker in three card monte tip. Yeah.
"Weell, Miss Lovely" he said slowly,
"since you're a girl of my race, tell you
what Pm going to do. I'll lend you fifty on
your bond You can give it back later"
He smiled roughishly.
100000 thank you!' she yodeled.
Say. She was really a honey. A solid
tap. Easy. He pushed his hand into his
pocket, said:
There's only one thing now I'll have
to show you how to approach Klotz."
"Whose's he?" Doubt leaped into her
eyes.
'The white big shot in charge Of our
branch here" He pulled out the fifty.
"Hes easy though. That is if you know
his number. He likes for everyone with
the Agency to be business-like. Here. I'll
show you what | mean"
He reached into his inside coat pocket,
brought out the plain, empty envelope,
arranged the fifty in it neatly He tilted it
toward her.
Put your fifty with that and seal it,"
he instructed.
She took it and opened her purse.
A prowl car with four uniformed Of
fcers rolled by. Buster kept his eyes on ii
until it faded with the traffic. Huh. Bunch
of saps. He turned back to her.
Now, here is the way to show Klotzs
you're business woman. Give me the en-
velope. I'll show you how I'd do it as
salesman.
She opened her purse, gave him the en-
velope and smiled sweetly.
Watch" he said, putting the envelope
into his inside coat pocket "Mr. Klotz,
I'm Lane. | understand you're seeking
statesmen who're able to supply a little
bond of faith" He extracted the envelope
from his pocket bent toward her, gave it
back to her. His eyes twinkled "You
see," he smiled: 81 didn't produce the
money until l alluded to it. Get IT,"
She glowed.
"Uh huh. Keep the money in my purse
until mention the bond eh?"
Right. Now let's get up to the office.
You'll get the job I'll see to that
He tugged at his hat, got up and but
toned his coat, took her arm. Cute baby.
Yeah. Look how those greys were gawk-
ing at them. She was ready. But what
the hell. Had to split her out. With her
dough in his kick could he think Of spoil
ing with her? Huh. Not him.
The surged across the street with a
boiling crowd when the red light flished
The Paddock building was a good spot.
That's where he'd ditched the stude he'd
sold that job to that time. Yah Could
walk right out the side door.
Here we are, Miss Lovely"
He guided her gently into the revOlv-
ing door Traffic in the lobby was moving
in all directions
See that bench?" He stopped and
pointed.
She nodded and smiled.
"Wait there. Klotz's office is on the sec
ond flood. I'll go up and pave the way for
YOU"
She smiled and tripped toward the
bench.
Just like that. Man! What tap she
was! A smart guy shouldn't ever be broke
with her kind in the world He strobe to-
wards the stairs, passed them and walked
out the side door Outside, he hurried
along with the crowd.
At the alley he turned Could clean
that envelope going through here. Yeah
His lean hand darted into his inside coat
pocket. He pulled out the envelope, grim
ned and ripped it open.
He stopped suddenly. What the hell
His eyes popped. Hen spun around and
dashed out the alley back to the lobby OF
the Paddock building.
No one was on the bench A colored
porter was by the elevator. Buster swept
the lobby with swift glance. What was
that dinge chump grinning at him for?
He dropped his eys to the flags Of paper