The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-06-19
ADDE ADDS HER BIT CHAPTER W

when Angus wakes up, his head feels like concrete mixer and thu knuckles on his fists faintly resem. ble sirloln steaks. He opens his eye' and looks around and remembers 6 lot Of sirens and police cars anc more uniforms than he ever saw ir one place before in all his life.
 Angus is thinking how nice 4 would be if he were in caleb, just driving his truck and seeing Adoreen . couple times Q week and---
 Then he remembers that Adoreen isn't working at Herbies Curhside Cafe any more and that probably right at this moment, while he iS wasting time in . jail cell, she is being pursued by some smooth. talk ing heel. Doubtless the heel has Q taustache.
 The vision is too much for Angus. He jumps up and notices for the sirst time the guard scowling at him through the bars. This guard is not q pleasant looking sight. He has c neck that would be more becoming on . rhinoceros and he has a club tn his hand. The man Is not quite as hie as Angus, but he is the best the New York police department could dig up on short notice.
 I'm all right now" says Angus cheerfully You can let me outa here"
 "Make one move," says the guard, "and I'll wrap this telephone pole around your neck"
 Angus Is confused. T don't wanta fight anymore. ! just want to get out"
 "sure, Remind me in io8o. Mean- while the inspeetator wants to see you. He's waltin'. Better come peaee- Iul."
 When Angus enters InspectAtor OallahanS office, the room Is full os cops and men with cameras and guys who take one look at Angus and start wrating. A hashlight bulb goes off about . foot from his face, and Angus dives for the cameraman who locks himself in the Inspectors washroom and refuses to come out.
 A dozen officers pile on Angus and hurl him in Q chair. After q couple of minutes, Angus figures out ehat the gray-haired man with the iron jaw and the ruddy face, who is glaring ct him from behind the desk is Inspectator Callahan.
 50 you're Angus Macphillips?" says the Inspector, and he looks Angus up and down.
 "Yes, sir," says Angus. "Qlad to meet you, sir" Ae waits and nothing happens. 60 he says, Nice day isn't
 Tt was," parked the Inspector. Now, MT. Maephiliips, can you tell me, # I'm not imposing on you, just what in hell you thought you were doing this morning2"
 T was looking for c girl and c couple of policemen stopped me-"
 Inspector Callahan expiodes. "A couple of policemenl Look at this mob in here. Every one of them was mixed up in that riot, They're all here except the two that re- 01ZtAVA 0At0 ttlV tAlE0O tktut NAk1 t VuV os the hospital yet"
 Angus looks around and smiles at teh cops, but his smile freezes when he sees that most of them have bandages on their faces and several are wearing dark glasses. Too had," he murmurs sympathe- tioaliy."
 T haven't time to describe oil your crimes in one afternoon" says the Inspector, but I can give you c rough Idea. You are charged with speeding, driving without an inter- state license, stealing c truck and butter valued at 96S0, going through more stop-lights than thought We had in lew York and resisting on offieer-plural. Now maybe you'd like to start from the beginning to explain"
 So Angus starts from the begin. ming which iS Adoreen. He talks for half an hour while the news. paper reporters are busy writing. When he is finlshed, the Inspec. tor tells him that MT. Wittenbaum, his boss in Caleb, reported the theft of his truck and his butter, that the trooper in the neighbor- Ing state has Q distinct grudge against him for the butter bath, that every police force east of tho Mississippi has been looking for Angus and . truck that drips with melted butter and that if the In- spector lets him 60 the United States will probably send an army os occupation Into Manhattan. Even Angus can see there is no | sense in arguing wlns this indi- vidual. So after he is back in his | cell he just lies down on his bunk | and thinks how nice 1t would be if |