The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-10-17

sThls guy Dombey certainly let
loose OF lot Of change whenever
his creditors caught up with him."
Feeley said.
Talt did not answer az Oncc. IN
his hand he held a sheet OF yellow
paper and he was studying 1t in-
tently, Here, he said at last, In
response to Feeley's inquiring gaze,
Now we're getting at something"
"what Is ~"
IT'S the contract with the fell
low who wrote the song The Cats
Meow"
"Wel, what about ~"
"Just this. Ludden Dombey was
supposed TO have written teh song
IT'S made q big hit, But he didn't
write It, An unknown, down-and-
out musician wrote II, and he made
a contract with Dombey TO use 1t
under Dombeys name-for q roy.
atty. But Dombey got behind IN
those payments, too"
Feeley's eyes narrowed. How'd
YOU know that, and why In the
he'll didn't you tell mep"
1T haven't known 1t long enough
to tell anybody. But Harris Rogers
told me, and that's why I was
anxious TO get hold Of these rec
ords."
Nov maybe we've got some-
thing" Feeley cried, snatching at
the yellow sheet, Does II give
the guys manner"
TAFT nodded. II take that sigma
ture TO be George X, Weeks"
Feeley grabbed for the telephone,
They ought TO have his address at
the musicians union" He whrled
a mechanical number pad on his
desk, began dialing furiously, Then
into the phone he banked. Let me
talk to Jamison Hello, Jamiep
This Is Feeley, down at head
quarters. Have you at the address
OF q musician by the name OF
George K. WeeksS" Feeley drum
med the desk, waiting. Then:
"Okay, Thanks, jamie" He re-
placed the instrument In It's cradle
and turned TO TAFT. Hasn't paid
his dues for a year and isn't q
member any longer, The address
they have for him Is In the south
end-lodging house district, He may
still DO there" Feeley reached for
his hat. want TO leave this q
while and see what luck we have9'
"sure thing"
The two climbed into one Of the
headquarters cars and sped to-
ward the south end, Feeley was
n demon at the wheel, and his
police siren effectively took care
OF the trafflc. "How long do ] have
TO work for the force before can
have n police siren9" TAFT asked
humorously.
Feeley spat oversize, "You got
10 get q car 10 put II on firSt,"
rive had cars" said TAFT. "I've
had cars q darned lot better than
this crate. OF course right now Tn
on the payroll, photographing evi-
denee and that stuff" The big
Irishman was embarrassed at his
own kindness.
Thanks, pal. I'd rather stick TO
n newspaper. And right now I'm
too busy to find q job"
Say" Feeley began hesitantly.
"That Is, ! probably could get you
renting one"
Feeley looked at him. "What you
going TO get out OF thisP A grip"
Listen, Dannie. You're the Sec
ond guy that's made that crack 10
me. The first one who made II al
most got q sock In the puSs. Only
the fact that I love you so much
saves you from the same fate"
"Aiso the fact that I'd take all
your wheels out and scatter them
down the road" mentioned Feeley
imperturbably. He wheeled toward
the curb. "This Is the block"
They stopped In front OF dingy
gray fiat with the inevitable badly
iettered sign; Room 10 Let. Feeley
and TAFT got out, and IN another
moment we're rapping at the wea-
ther-beaten door.
The woman who answered look
ed amazingly like the place she
kept. "Wanta room?" she said,
somewhat stispiciously.
mo, thanks Feeley told her
I'VE want 10 see an old friend Of
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