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V CHAPTER XIII
1 . flTLEPTOMANIAC?" cried
!;jr, Sally, in dismay. "Woll,
that'i th last straw. What on
"si rth ire we going to do with
i her?"
,i " Kinks pondered.
" Sally's agitation might have
'J been increased had she known
! that, at the preclte moment when
Mr. Bull Griffin was Informing
'11 them of the lots of his revolver,
J; sm unlovely individual was sneak-
ing into the Preston grounds, hi
$ wore a cloth cap pulled over hli
eyes and his pitted face bristled
with a three days' growth of rust
colored stubble. Mr. Bed Scale
was a henchman in the gang
headed by the Little Cheese. And
4 he had driven the car which had
f pursued Messrs. Griffin and Spal-
i- dini into the Pennington-Parker
... Eestatorium.
Because one Nick the Ferret,
bis companion on that occasion,
i". had been so impudent as to stop
? a bullet with his right shoulder,
they had been obliged to retreat
''But after driving Nick the Ferret
: back to the city, Mr. Scala had
ft returned w uonnecucui uie iw
t lowing night Mr. Scala had an
excellent reason for wishing to
' ; track down Bull Griffin.
ji x :ently, due to one or two
t peccadillos that smacked of the
J double-cross, Mr. Scala had in
i curred the displeasure of the little
f Cheese. Wherefore, it behooved
u him to get back into the good
f5- graces of his liege lord. And the
Jjr best way to do this, Mr. Scala
. J" knew, was to assist materially in
: the rubbing out of Bull Griffin.
J . From a minor and disloyal
, member of the Griffin gang, Mr.
Scala had learned that Bull had
. Interests in Connecticut, especially
-J a In New Haven. And since the
1 , minor member had informed him
'" that Mr. Griffin had not returned
'." to the Bronx on the day following
f'.' the shooting near Winstock, Mr.
J- Ecala concluded that Mr. Griffin
atill lurked in the Nutmeg State.
' j Accordingly, for several days, he
bad reconnoitered in the vicinity
;e of New Haven and in the sur-
rounding country. And this after-
S noon his efforts had been re--j,..
warded. Driving on the main
7j highway, with the cloth cap well
down over his eyes, he had been
amazed to perceive Messrs. Griffin
and Spaldini ambling uncon
cernedly along the road. Mr.
Scala had stopped his car and
watched from afar. To his sur
prise they had turned off on that
little side road which ran to the
house where the gun battle had
taken place.
It was all he wanted to know.
sauting furtively out of Mrs.
Preston's garden, he slunk along
the river to his car. Climbing
hastily in, he headed for New
Jfork.
The reason that Mr. Scala did
not shoot Mr. Griffin from the
shrubbery and so divide the glory
of his demise with no man is
simple. Mr. Scala was not an
honest-to-goodness gunman. He
was an informer.
By nightfall Mr. Scala was re
posing in a dimly lit room over a
limly lit ginmill in that witching
lection of Greater New York
known as Queens. Across from
him, the center of a small group
of lantern-jawed, indigo-chinned
Characters, was the Little Cheese.
'THE Little Cheese looked like
x something that appears to the
disordered brain during a de
lirium. He was no more than
Bve-foot-three and the Creator
migni nave had a rain-barrel in
mind when He designed him. His
shoulders were broad, but round
ed. His chin looked like one of
the Florida keys. His skin was
swarthy and full of furrows. In
the dictionary sense of the word
FLAPPER FANNY
COP. 1MI 1Y MIA tUVICC. MC
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Tou wouldn't hafta hunt your marbles if you'd put 'em
away every time where they're s'posed to be, under the
overshoes in the hall closet."
eOPYHIOHT, llll
NKA (tRVICI. INC.
he was cockeyed. And to add to
the general nightmare, he wore a
oristly mustache of gleaming black
which he habitually caressed with
a forefinger the size of a clothes
pin. "You say you seen dat mu
Griffin?" he Inquired of Mr. Scala.
Mr. Scala told all. At the end
of his recital the Little Cheese
uttered a "pah" of disgust
"Whyn't you give him da woiks
den an' dere?" he demanded.
Mr. Scala, no mean self-excuser,
went into a lengthy explanation
as to why he had not given Bull
Griffin the works "den an' derc."
"Anoddcr t'ing," said the Little
Cheese, when he had done.
"Youse guys didn' ought tc of let
him git away da oddet night."
He spat irritably into a brass cus
pidor. "Youse lugs is a bunch oi
heels. Dey ain't none of youse
c'n shoot fer nuts."
There was unexpected opposi
tion to this doctrine. It came from
a small, dark-eyed man.
"Says who?" quoth the small,
dark-eyed man.
This daring soul was none other
than Nick the Ferret Nick the
Ferret was pretty fed up. Not
only had he failed to drill Mr.
Griffin, but Mr. Griffin, or his
man Friday, had successfully
drilled him in the right shoulder.
True, it had been but a surface
wound. But it had stamped
ignominy all over Nick the Ferret
Wherefore Nick the Ferret was in
no humor to discuss shooting.
Particularly bad shooting.
ICK THE-FERRET felt safe in
offering his superior a bit of
back-chat by virtue of the fact
that the Little Cheese's position
as head of the gang was none too
secure at the moment Of late
there had been dissension in the
ranks; vague murmurs of rebel
lion. None knew this better than
Uie Little Cheese. And none bet
ter knew the remedy. What he
needed completely to reinstate
himself with his cohorts was the
opportunity accomplishing some
spectacular deed with his own
(and. And here it was, ready
made and on the counter. Very
suddenly the Little Cheese made
up his mind. He took a breath
ind addressed Nick the Ferret
"I says so, dat's who, he
marled. "An just to give youse
baboons da lowdown on who's
wot aroun' here, I'm gonna go up
dere Friday night an' rub out dis
Griffin lug meself. An' you" he
thrust the clothespin-like finger
it Red Scala "you're drivin" me
in' showin' me da layout"
A respectful silence greeted this
announcement Nick the Ferret
broke it.
Oh, yeah?" he sneered. "Wot's
da matter wit' goin" tonight?
'Can't," said the Little Cheese
briefly. "Dey's a meetin' of da
Greenpolnt Social an' Lit'rary
Club."
(To Be Continued)
BONANZA
BONANZA A large crowd at
tended the meeting, of the Bonan
za Garden club last Friday after
noon when the club held Its flow
er exhibit at the library build
Ing. Many beautiful flowers
were on display, as well as many
interest-arrangements. The af
ternoon was spent In discussing
arrangement and flower culture.
Punch and cookies were served at
the close of the meeting. The
next meeting place of the club
will be at the home of Mrs. Mary
Sparks, east of town, on the af
ternoon of Friday, Sept. 2.
The Bonanza Woman's club
will bare its regular summer sil
ver tea on Friday afternoon,
August 26. The event will take
place at the beautlfnl new Sewall
home on the Harpold dam road
west of Bonanza.
The old-time "prison crop" has
been abolished in British pris
ons, and prisoners now are al
lowed to have safety razors so
that they can share when they
wish.
By Sylvia,
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