Evening star., 1939-04-02
THIS WEEK MAGAZINE
NO TROUBLE AT ALL

against him, felt her shaking. Poor
dumb kid.
On the fourteenth they separated
the two. The girl was put in 1909, the
young man in 1927. Glarnan phoned
for the night detective and stationed
him as guard over Dan Corbett.
Then he said to Murphy: Come on
and we'll get to work on her"
They went into 14O9 and went to
work on her. Glarnan did most of the
work. He put the girl on a straight
chair under the ceiling light and
shouted at her to scare her. 1t was so
easy to scare her. Nov, listen! The
House of Good Shepherd was picnic
compared to where you're going!
D'ya understand? A picnic! And
we've got you cold! Get that through
your head! On circumstantial evil
dence alone, we've got you. BY the
time you get out you'll be gray! Get
that! We're giving you chance!
Now!'
1t was so easy to scare her. First she
shrank back into the chair; then she
started to cry, unlovely, jerky little
sobs. In fifteen minutes she didn't
know what she was talking about.
Murphy had never seen a third degree
before 1t was a revelation.
Eight floors up, in the Mediter-
ranean Room, with imitation stars
twinkling in the dark ceiling. with sea
murals that trimmed the room in
tumbling blue waves, with dim lights
and the soft, expensive syncopation
of Louis kern's Starbright Orchestra,
there were shining women in evening
gowns, immaculate men in dinner
jackets; there was the soft tinkle of
polite laughter. tinkle of glasses.
fragrance of fine food and perfume.
In the lobby, bankers and great
singers and movie executives rubbed
shoulders with stenographers waiting
for bookkeeper boy friends. with
bookkeepers waiting for stenographer
girl friends. In the red-carpeted corri-
dors upstairs walters hustled with
trays of liqueurs.
The night timekeeper had seen the
four of them come in. He told the
night pastry cook about it; the night
pastry cook told the chief chef: the
word went trickling through to the
front office. to the pipelined E floors,
the steamy L floors. They got her!
They took her up to the fourteenth!
They've got her there now!
The night electrician remembered
he had to do some wiring on the four
teenth and went up there. He heard
a girl crying in l4O9. crying and say
ing something about Yonkers and
speeding, and Glarnan believing to
shut up. He knew it didn't make
sense, but that was all he could report,
because then the night house dick,
Conan, looked out of 1927 and told
him to get out of there - never mind
doing that wiring now.
And George. the plumber, went up
there, remembering he was supposed
to fix the radiator in l4O4. He heard
screams, but he couldn't make out
any words, and he only stayed for
minute. For Mr.. Murphy came out
and walked up and down the corridor,
and spotted him, and chased him.
MIR. Murphy, he said, looked sick.
And in the Grape Room. the mail
clerk told the bus boy, the bus boy
told the captain, and the captain told
the waiter, and the waiter knew that
the double-chinned lady who was
eating quail fantasie was l708. the
one who'd lost $4,000 ring
Otherwise, life in the Harden House
moved on in warm glow Of good
food, good liquor. music. dim lights.
conditioned air. It moved on that way