The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1946-02-28

racketeer Virgil BogKlo. ne de.
cldes that his improved financial
status calSl FOR heter living quar-
tiers than Mrs, watkins boarding
house.
CHAPTER VI
THE manager OF the Columbus
L Towers unlocked the door Of
apartment ia and bowed me In,
Now that we'd come to terms he
seemed to have forgotten all about
the long argument we'd had was
amazed at how diflcult It was to
get into this place even when YOU
were willing to come across with the
Stiff price they asked, The way
he'd questioned me you'd have
thought was Joining q lodge. But
that didn't bother me. He was only
Stooge for someone, dressed up in
a fancy morning coat.
After having finally rented the
place on the strength OF my bank
reference, got myself outfltted
from head to foot and also bought
the very best kind Of luggage OBJ
tainable. I'd realized that the dis
couraged suitcase standing all
packed at Mrs. Watkins wasn't 60
ing TO do me any good here.
But now l was really taking the
stage IN style. I'd spent the whole
morning at the tailor'.s Panty
Waist would have no reason TO
think that my presence was dis
honoring these hallowed walls. As
for the luggage, 1t was a knock
out.
When the manager got through
opening the venetian blinds and
putting finishing touches to the
apartment, he designed to speak.
Il trust everything is satisfac-
tory, Mr.. Kabatecx. If there is
anything else YOU wish, please let
me know"
"okay," I said. Then I caught
myself. Very we'll"
Just then the boy came in with
the luggage. / was little an
noyed because 1t looked sa new.
There seemed to be the faintest
trace of a smile on the managers
AONCs wv may W ~ was OAlAN AiAS
imagination. Anyhow it made me
sore. Who was working for whom
in this joint2
"That'll be all, Mr.. Denham," I
said. you can so now"
He raised his eyebrows and
stiffly walked out.
told the boy to put the lug
gage in the dressing room and
then gave him two bucks Just to
show wasn't piker.
When he closed the door behind
him,T threw my hat on a chair
and began my tour of inspection.
I'd seen the place during my first
visit but hadn't really taken a
good look at it. 1t was high class
all right. The kind of place one
could expect for the kind Of dough
was paying. From the big windows
you got a swell view of the park
Just standing there and saying to
yourself that this was home made
you feel successful.
Next I tried the chairs and d.
vans. They we're deep and luxurious.
made to fit the contours OF your
spine. That was one thing I'd kicked
about at Mrs. Watkins. Not one OF
the chairs in my room was really
comfortable. Then I tried the bed,
bouncing up and down, Hopping on
it full length and rolling from one
side to the other. 1t was just about
tops!
Some of my former excitement
came back TO me as returned
to the living room. This was
worth every dime I was paying.
dropped into any easy chair and
reached for the phone.
Get me Dawson 8-6649." I said
to the operator.
..HELLo?"
IL Hello, Ginger" l said. Can
I talk to Virgil?"
Hes out Of town"
What d'you mean he's out OF
town? I saw him only yesterday"
He flew to Chicago this morn
ing. He'll be gone for two or three
days"
We'll! ="
I didn't know what to make of
it. Boggio was the most unpre-
dictable guy. First he'd be all
steamed up about something, then
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