Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-04-24

By CHARLES McGUIRK

BY CHARLES MCGUIRE
THE NAME he had signed on
the register was Albert Gins
New York" and he supposed II
was his real name. but for a Ions
time now he suspected that il was
an afterthought.
He was out of an orphan asy-
hum, which he had entered as an
eight-month-old waif nearly 81
years ago and he had never known
a father or a mother
Maybe they were around some
where today. Maybe his old man
didn't know anything about him,
didn't even know he was alive.
But. il his mother was alive. she
knew. all right.
She knew he was around and he
supposed she thought OF him once
IN a while.
She must have been a nice girl
and she must have been scared at
having a baby.
She had tried to keep him be-
cause he was eight months old
when she put him in the little bas-
ket outside the convent and went
away.
Things must have grown little
too tough. About his father, he
thought little and that little WAS
touched with a cold anger
His father. he had decided was
a dirty, no-good-what he Was
himself.
He was thinking about his
father and mother now. because,
he supposed, he was thinking of
his country. the United States of
America. "the good old u. S. A."
He was thinking what saps
Americans always are in time of
war. He was thinking that be-
cause he was reading a story in
the newspaper.
II told that the governor of this
state in which he. Albert Gins
was now hiding, had objected TO
lifting japanese in thousands out
of areas that were crammed TO
bursting with oil wells. munition
dumps, naval base and air planes
and munitions factories running
north 500 miles along the coast
line.
The governor said that the mass
moving would entail inhuman
hardships on a people who had
lived peacefully among US for so
years"
SOUNDED GOOD
This sounded good, Albert ad-
mitted, but il wouldn't If some Of
those Japs decided TO set fire TO
the oil wells or blow up the NUM-
tons dumps or sabotage the naval
base. like they did Pearl Harbor
And if they did that. somebody
ought to shoot the governor. He'd
like to take on that job. himself
His eyes warmed at the thought.
They were gray eyes with. a touch
OF gold in them.
They were set beneath a low
forehead and on either side of a
broad, nat nose.
/ With the slit of a mouth, they
completed a picture of a small,
slender, well-muscled man who
vaguely reminded people of a
snake.
He was dressed in two-well-
fitted gray suit, a green shirt and
tie and tan socks and oxfords.
His nondescript dark brown hair
completed an ensemble which
made him effacing.
He was a man you wouldn't look
at twice. OF if you did, you got
the impression that you were see
ing a shadow. The shadow of a
snake.
He had worked a lifetime TO
create just that impression. He
needed 1t in his business.
His business demanded that a
small, 1.-the man, moving swiftly
away from the scene of sudden.
violent death, would not be noticed
at all or, if noticed, would be only
dimly remembered.
Albert Gins was a gunman,
killer. II was his profession
There was none better in the
country.
The faint indignation that had
warmed his eyes got cool as per-
sonal feelings always did. He had
very little feeling, ever.
Early in his life he had learned
1t didn't pay. You got mad and
the other guy got the Jump on
you. Or your gun hand shook and
you missed.
If you fell in love you let a