Minneapolis spokesman. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1937-11-19

when he does.
Nov, I'm not going to play with
this egg, Griffith. If what we are
going to do is going to turn your
stomach, you get out in the hall.
But this mug talks-and now"
"Never mind me-" Clark said,
"Get it out of him"
Sanborn approached the bed and
looked down on the shivering
wretch. "All right, rat. Do you
talk or do we burn the - black
soles off your feet?"
The mans hysteria reached the
blubbering point. Don't know
nothin'! Lemme go!" he screamed.
Sanborn took the paper Toots
had found from his pocket. ever
see this? ?" he relentlessly queried.
mo! No! l amt never seen it
in my life!"
"You are a liar" Sanborn
thrust the paper closer to the
mans face. "Where did you, get
this ?"
Tell you l never seen it before.
Lemme go!"
"For the last time, skunk -
WHERE DID YOU GET THIS
PAPER?"
The mans fear as he looked
into Inky's face was horrible.
"Never seen it before, 1 tell you'll"
Sanborn replaced the paper in
his pocket and stepped back from
the bed. 80. K, Toots; go to work"
Toots reached down and grabbed
the mans left ankle in his huge
hand. Against the sole of the
bare foot he placed the candle
flame. A terrible scream rent the
room and the victims body bent
as he strained at his
bonds. Toots held his foot steadily
and thrust the candle closer. Loud
err and louder grew the screams.
The stencil of burning flesh filled
the room.
A wave of nausea overwhelmed
Clark. But he thought of laughing
Jim Scott, who had never harmed
anyone in his life, lying in his I'M
timely grave. And Myra Scott,
nearly insane with grief. He
grimly fought down the nausea.
Sanborn, arms folded, stood I'M
Two minutes of this torture and
no word had passed the victims
lips.
1.-THE feelings gone out of that
one. Take the other foot, Toots,"
Inky said.
The man broke.
"No! no! for Gods sake, don't!
Take him away! I'll tell"
"All right, then. But you tell
it straight, or the next time Toots
will put that candle in your mouth.
Now, let's have it."
The mans breath was coming
hard and he spoke between gasps.
"Chappie Allen gave me that paper
to give to a man / was to meet in
a car on Seventy-frst and
Duquesne. l was there but the
guy didn't show up. l told Chappie
didn't see the guy and that l
tore the paper up. He give me
twenty dollars"
Inky looked at Clark significant
Iy. Chappie Allen was the towns
most notorious Negro racketeer.
"Untie him." Inky said to Toots.
He turned to Clark. 81 know
where this Allen lives. Well take
a little run over there. Our friend,
here, will go along"
81 can't do that" the man walled.
"Chappie will kill me-"
"Why not bring him here, boss 2"
Toots said.
"How?"
Toots grinned. Women" he
said.
"You got something there. We
can't be Juggling this tripe around,
anyway" He glared at his re-
cent victim, and the man shrank.
"Look here, you. You call
Chappie and tell him you got a
couple of swell cuffs up here that
want to see him. And you better
make it sound good, too, or you
get some more of the candle. Get
it,"
eyes, sir" the man whimpered
80. K, the phone is in that box
over there on that table. Get on
it and do your act"
The man limped over to the
phone and called a number. "Hello
Chappie. Got a couple of homes
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