The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1942-01-16
but he's peoceobIe and
always q gentleman
anyway, most always :"

him up and delivered him at
Leverton hospital.
Who's going TO guarantee his
bill?" the little punk at the desk
wanted TO know.
II am" l said, and l stuck a
fstful of bills under his nose, and
the first. Satisfactory"
Yes, ma'am,' he said. An Or
derby came out and wheeled Mar
ty away.
I'll bet I've taken that risk a
hundred times and never lost on
it but once, and that was a poor
guy that died. Not counting what
I've got from grateful birds, in
Guiding a platinum wrist watch,
al ivory-mounted forty-five pistol,
a setter pup, and an annual pass
on the Greystone bus line.
Well, I'd done my good deed for
the day, ana what did I get for it?
Trouble. Because if I'd been on the
job, maybe could have headed off
that mixed party of four. They
came in a five-thousand-dollar linz
CUISINE dragging the hossiest kind of
trailer, regular plShcart, and
made themselves at home. I didn't
like the kind of sounds coming from
the outfit. Before looking into 1t.
made the rounds. Dolf was back in
| his box, smelling of fish as usual
after spell with his pal, Old Swo-
by. Doc was inside the stockade
checking up on his days take. judi
dy was in the Feederia talking with
Maurie Sears, who had developed d
Tambay habit.
A swell dressed bird was look
ing under the hood of the high
priced car. He turned around and
looked me up and down, and said
in voice to match his dead pan:
Got anything fit TO eat?"
That's according to taste" !
said
-Four dinners" he said. "TFhe
best you got. Served in the car.
A blonde foozie with marcelled
hair stuck her head out OF the
trailer.
Hey, Bernie! Ask that fat
gray witch can't we get some serv-
ice here" she said, Fat, gray
witch! Me, Nom Banner!
Look" I said. I'm running
this ranch. You aren't our line
Of trade
yeah? III take a look after
dinner. If We like 1T we stay
Then he handed me a flshy stare
you wouldn't want to start any
thing in the line of trouble, would
you?" he said.
! Well, I wouldn't. Not with his
kind. I've seen plenty shooting
in my day. And I knew this lad
was bad. If I'd had a bunch OF
my truckies there to back me
now, I might have felt different.
Bernie and his fat-faced friend
Flick strolled over to where Doc
was standing outside his stockade
Bernie said: We're couple
young mining men from Broad
way and 42nd street. Ever heal
OF Broadway, fella?"
eyes"
Hes heard of Broadway, Flick
We can smell god, up there
Wen be seeing you in the morn
ing
Doc pointed to his keep out
sign. "You1l be wasting YOU
time" he said.
The ape laughed. Tough boy
heb? Well be seeing you in the
morning just the same"
One of the breads in the trailer
began to yell for Bernie. Back
of her, the other frilla was using
language like it didn't do a camp
a bit of good.
Juddy came out of the Feederia
with Maurie Sears after her
What awful people, Mom!' she
said you're not going TO lei
them stay, are you?"
Maurie Sears said quietly: May
/ handle this for you, Mrs
Baumer?"
What would you do?" l asked
him.
Haven't you a pistol on the
place." he asked.
Il have, but you don't get it
Why, it's cinch that those two
gorillas have got an automatic
apiece. and likely or not tom
my-gun slowed away in the trail