The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-11-02

strain himself, there in the hallway. Trembling in every nerve fiber he held out against crashing down the door. Presently he heard Rogers say, quietly, 'Is she still at the Belve- dere2"
 "Yes," George Weeks said. You don't need to worry"
 How do you know she won't raise the devil and get you into trouble?"
 Tait heard Weeks moronic chuckle. "I've been over that with her. She doesn't know when I leave the other room. And I showed her gun. told her that if she so much as turned the knob of the door I'd let her have it. Don't worry, Rogers. She's all right"
 "Then what are you here for, anyway"
 Weeks voice grew indolent. "Just to see how you're getting along, and whether you might not want to let me have hundred"
 You'll get what you have com- ing when your job is finished. You'd better get back to the Belvedere and see that the girl is all right. Whats wrong with you, Weeks9 Have you been drinkingP"
 Again that moronic chuckle. No, Rogers. But it might interest you to know that I'm going to be featured tonight with The Swinga- teers."
 "what-what do you mean, you fool?"
 I mean that I'm going to play The Cats Meow in 8 feature spot. And what's more, song publisher is going to give me ten thousand for the rights of a new song wrote"
 Tait heard the shuffling of feet behind tyhe door. He could vis- ualize Harris Rogers excitedly grabbing the lapels of Weeks coat. Look here, you idiotl Stop babbling! What have you been monkeying with The Swingateers for? And what new song did you write? You couldn't make a tune that would set Mother Goose to music!"
 "They think I can, though, {" Weeks said. And what's more, don't forget they believe I wrote The Cats Meow"
 "Get out"
 Rogers voice was choked, man. iacal = and Bob Tait waited to hear no more. He fled, literally, fearing that within the next moment George Weeks would be catapulated out that door by an ilsanely anger ed Harris Rogers.
 Too, he had another goal in mind. Downstairs at the curb he hailed a taxi. Do you know of a hotel or apartment called the Bel vedere?"
 The driver cogitated a moment. There's a hotel by that name on Laurel street."
 "Is that the only one you know of by that name?"
 "Yeah. I don't know of any other"
 Then let's get there as quickly as you can. There's healthy tip in it."
 The taxi driver took Bob Tait at his word. Tait had been through the city on some wild rides = in police .cars, in fire trucks, and even in the limousines of suspected gangsters = but this was the widest. He had hardly settled himself in the seat when the driver leaned back and called, Here ware, mister. Belvedere Hotel"
 Tait looked out. It was a brown frame structure with cheaply painted sign on the front giving the price of rooms by the night and by the week. He nodded, handed the driver a bill. "ThereIl be another one of those if you'll hang around while"
 Its all your show, Cap" the driver said.
 Almost inside the doorway Tait was stopped by 8 frowsy, gray haired woman who wanted to know his business. Beyond her was a small and battered desk and on 1t 8 hotel register. Tow rocking chairs comprised the fur- niture of the lobby.
 I'm from headquarters" Tait said. T want to get into the room of George K. Weeks"
 "Weeks?" repeated the woman, her face reddening.
 weeks it is. And don't stall. If I don't get some action from you I'll take you with me-"
 Protesting bitterly the innocence of her person and her house, the woman led him to the basement floor. Plumbing behind her apron she produced @ skeleton key and