Wichita Daily Times (Wichita Falls, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 4, Ed. 1 Sunday, May 17, 1925 Page: 39 of 50
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"But," Leavit objected, with a lift of hle
shoulders, “you, were indicted for stealing,
and you jumped your bond. You—"
she interrupted him again, coming around
the table and taking hold of him, grasping
■ his arm with both of her hands.
tired ure to save her? In view of this catar- ner In the teasing, • here’s where you get a
. By James Hay Jr.
L TE. J CT^V - T. " I didn’t do it!" che said, fiercely, ber
• Years; and Then Her utterance so hurried that she spoke ta a
A 1 hoarse whisper. “I didn't! I was living
Husband Took It
Into His Hands.
O MB opened the door of her fat, and at
“ once stood face to face with the ruin of
A her world. It had come as she had
pictured it a thousand times. Uner-
pectedir. Suddenly. Without a chance to
save herself. .1,1
The man whose ring had brought her to
the door stood, without taking off his hat.
starins at her out of quick eyes, an inoffen-
among erooks because I couldn’t help it
then, but I never did a crooked thin# in all
my life. I stayed straight. Tou know it
. And you’ve got te give me A chance."
He shook himself free of kar grasp, snow,
tag his impatience.
" why!" he demanded. "Why have I
got"
The question infuriated her. She fought
down an impulse to laugh in his face, to
revile him.
•he went back to her chair opposite his
and looked over his shoulder at the clock
trophe now, her fully made her frantic.
Leavit played his part naturally.* The
.kameness of the woman compelled his admb
ration. He caught himself wondering wheth-
er she would last it out or give him the job
of carrying her off in screaming hysterics.
But he watched both her and Paxton with
incessant keenness; and once his alertness
was rewarded. Before she went back to the
kitchen to finish her interrupted task of get-
ting the dinner he caught sight of their reflec
tloa in a mirror above the piano when they
evidently believed themselves unobserved.
Paxton, with uplifted eyebrows, flashed her
a look of inquiry and mook jealousy, a move
of his head indicating the visitor. Her reply
to that was a moue, a mouth puckered as for
a bias, and widened, laughing eyes, all of
which said as plainly as words could have
done. " He’s all right; and don't you dare to
protond even that you're jealous!" The in-
timate understanding in this byplay, the un-
pleasant surprise! I'm going to send you
out to the movies now all by yourself! My
meeting with Steve has brought up some-
thing I want to talk over with him."
' Paxton gave Leavit a swift, keen glance
before he looked at her, a flush-stealing into
his cheeks. He laughed like a scan embar-
ranked. r .........
, “Talk over what!" he asked her.
"0, be a good sport!" she said, urgency
sounding through bar levity. "Be a sport,
and get out for the evening. All joklag aside,
this may bring us some profit. And," she,
concluded, with a slight catch in her threat
which che oould not prevent, “you'll know
all about it soon, anyway."
Leavit was moved by that to ooms to ber
help. " Really, Mr. Paxton," he mid. seri-
ously, " It ought to do you good and me, too.
Tou'U see later why I wanted to talk about
It first with only your wife.”
" Tee; you've got nerve, all right," he said.
" But your time’s up now. Let's go."
He made a move to push his chair back.
She went with slow, tottering step from
the table to the little desk in the corner on
his left.
"No," she begged; "not yet: Ttfu said
you'd give me a fair chance, a chance to
make it as easy for him as I could! Don’t
Mis manner displayed in inevitability that
was unmistakable. There was no bluff is
him. Leavit, looking up into his eyes, know
that he would do what he said.
"Put your hands down if you want te."
Paxton suggested. "Now, to let you under-
stand what this fair chance means, I’m go-
lag to explain things to you. Unknown to
my wife. I’ve known for five years that she
spoil it, Mr. Leavit. Let me write him the was a turitive from justice and indicted for
note explaining. Just a short note! Tou theft."
wouldn't be so rude to-" - .
give smile drawing up the corners of his on the bookcase. Two minutes to six! Two
mouth. His round, slightly fat face con-
Faxton hesitated, undecided. She had an
qualified loyalty and devotion of, each to the agonising longing to catch him by the throat.
veyed an impression of habitual watchful-
ness. In the seven years that had passed
since she had seen him he had not changed.
The long, stubborn line of his jaw was the
tame; so was the suggestion of lionlike
minutes more! In a second she prayed her
whole heart wordlessly: "O, to be worthy of
George: To make this thing easy for him!"
Her chest hurt her. Her tongue was sanded
again, and thick. But she answered him
without hesitation, pleading.
strength ta hle thick. stooped shoulders.
"Hello, Mayme," he said in a rumbling
baritone, the motion of his lips scarcely per-
oepuble. 4
For a moment she could not speak. She
leaned with her right shoulder against the
door casing, her left hand still on the knob.
. Her face had gone instantly cold and gray,.
Uko a winter’s twilight. She looked at him
drearily.
" Leavit," she said at last, slowly, " Leavit,
the detective."
• Yes, Steve Leavit," he said. "Guess I’ll
have to come ta. Mayme."
Unsmiling now, he was a man intent on
his business, making no attempt to exult
over her. He acted as if the offense for
which she was wanted had been committed,
that dsy instead of seven years ago.
Resistance was out of the question. She
stepped back and threw ths door farther
open. Prematurely grey hair and the lines
that come from courageous fighting against
hardship made her look older than ber 25
years. But even with the pallor of fright
she was almost handsome. Her face bad
strength in it.
When the detective had crossed the
throehold he waited for her to close the
door and precede him down the narrow hall.
She went with flying feet. On her way to
answer his ring she bad seen that the clock
on the bookcase in the living room pointed
to six minutes to six. And her husband was
- invariably home by six! The thought
drummed through her brain: “ George will
be here any minute—in five minutes at the
outside! I've got to make it easy for him.
be worthy of him!"
Ac she traversed the chert distance of the
ball her mind worked wtlh incredible swift-
ness. Her whole beloved past flashed into
* view; her wedding day four years ago;
George’s saying he would never believe bad,
not even a little bad, of her, no matter what
anybody might tell him; the happiness of
being trusted and honored always! She
, A locked her teeth against the moaning cry,
* " "My dear happiness!"
In the well kept but cheaply furnished
little' living room she turned and faced
Leavit. She noticed with surprise that she
was weak, like a woman Buffering beat pros-
tratlon. Her tongue was rough, as if it had
eand on it. Irregular, jagged patches of
1. whlto fire flashed past her eyes. She put
E her hand on his arm. - . -
“Mr. Leavit, give me a fair chance, will
you?" she implored him, the words coming
in a rush. "I'm married now, and my hue-
band will be here any minute, and I don't
want him to see me arrested. The shock,
. the grief of it, would kill him! Don't take
me before eight-thirty! Give me till eight-
- thirty! That’s only two hours and a half.
Mr. Leavit. I’ll make him go out by then.
■and then I'll leave a note for him and go
• with you!" 1
Leavit took off his black derby hat and
put it down beside the clock on the book-
case. The living room was ae email that.
___when he did that. hi could sit down in a
chair beside ths center table without taking
1 another step. He did so, moving with a
• ’ • slowness that tortured her.
"What do you mean by a fair chance,
Maymer " he asked, looking up to her etand-
tag ea the other side of the table. “Ain't
seven years a fair---"
: " I mean a fair chance to make it as easy
for him as I can, to get way ao it will hurt
him as little as possible! " she interrupted,
through her clenched teeth. " Hen be here
"Because you're a human being!" she
said, leaning toward him. her weight on her
clenched fists resting on the table. "Aad ..
- you’ve got a wife! And you've hunted me
for coven years, and a few hours won't mat-
ter te you, but they’ll mean a little less of
hell for me—and for my husband!"
She went back to him and, sinking to her
knees, clasped his right shoulder. Her fin-
gers dug into his muscles until they bruised
him.
“I toted your life once, Mr. Leavit!" she
said. "You remember that, don't yout I
was 16 years old then. ’Hump' Browning
had it an framed to get you; and I got on
te it, and I went to you and told you about
it. Yes, you do remember it! You know
you do! So Tm asking you now to pay me
back for that—such a little pay! Hsu be
here in a few seconds! Just a chance to
write him a note and explain and keep him
from seeing a policeman lead me away! It
isn't much. Just two hours and a half, so
I can ease this blow to the man who's built
and furnished and kept up heaven for ma
Do that for me. Mr. Leavit! Do—"
They heard footsteps in the corridor out-
side the fat. She clung to him, her fingers
kneading his shoulder.
“He’s coming!" she mid, in a whisper.
"Just the two hours and a half! I’ll tell
him you're an old friend of mine, just
dropped in, just found out where I was!"
She shook him, staring with hot eyes Into
his. -
"All right, Mayme," he growled quickly.
"But no tricks; remember!" He caught her
hand and made her feel, through his coat
below the left arm, the outline of the auto-
matic pistol clung there.
•he got to her feet, and as she rose put
up a shaking hand to smooth back her die-
hoveled hair. Her husband, who got away
from work later than she, always left the
la felikey to ber. He was ringing the door-
bell now. c
She went to the door into the little hall
and gave him her usual welcoming hail.
" Coming, Georgie, pronto!"
Her wish to succeed in this desperate play
was co intense that it hurt her like a burn.
She thought, “I've had to do some good
acting before; I can do it now." And at once
her mind seised a greater measure of com-
mand over ber body. She felt the tide of
btr blood thrust the pallor from her cheeks.
The thickness went out of her tongue. By
the time she got to the front door and opened
it ber hands were steady, her voice nearly
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* All right," be etopped her, his impatience
growing. "But don’t be long! There ain’t
much etiquette in arresting people."
She sat down at the desk and picked up
a pen. Tears were la her eyes at last. They
went over, falling down her cheeks. She
made him uneasy. Going on like that, she
might lose her self-control any minute!
“O!" she walled, and, dropping her voice,
appealed to Leavit. “What can I may to
him? How is a woman to tell her husband
that she’s gone, gone forever, for years, to
jail, to the penitentiary on framed up evi-
dence? How can I—"
She was halted by a stentorian command,
sharp as the crack of a whip.
" Put your hands up, Leavit!" ordered her
husband, at whom she was gastag now over
Leavit’s head, her bloodshot eyes big with
"‘bewilderment.
"I saved your lfe once, Mr. Leavit!” she said. " You remember that, don’t you? ”
other expressed in their interchange of
glance and smile, gave the detective a clear
idea of how great their happiness must be.
He was glad be had given ber the chance.
His vigliance, however, did not relax. For. _
seven years this woman, who had success
fully defied his skill and the resources of the
whole country’s thier hunting machine, had
never been entirely out of hie mind. Her
escape had been a blot on his record. Now
she was under his hand at last, he proposed
to give her no opportunity to get away a
second time.
His surveillance, hei know, was flawless.
During his entire stay in the flat, eave for
that one brief scene reflected in the mirror,
che made no attempt to speak a word or
make a sign unknown to Leavit; and Paxton,
reassured by her moue, devoted himself to
making his wife’s friend feel at home.
While she was in the kitchen putting the
to shake him into speech, to shout, “Test
Tool Yes;" to throw off all this terrible bur-
den of tear and caution.
“0, George," she said, sharply, " don't be
silly! Have you forgotten I know as much
about business as you do?"
To Leavit's surprise, Paxton did not an-
swer that at once, but sat looking down at
the table cloth, the line of a frown deepen-
ing between his eyebrows. The detective
saw that, in this pause, Mrs. Paxton's lower
lip hung a little away from ber teeth, that
her eyelids urted and fell rapidly.
She was thinking: * Why doesn't he say
yes and go out of here? 1 can't stand it!
I’ve got to stand it! Nearly an hour more!
One hour!" She prayed with an intensity
which, she thought, should lift her husband
out of his chair.
Paxton recovered himself handsomely. "I
Leavit, wheeling in his chair to face the
hall door, in which Paxton stood, reached
at the same moment toward the pistol under
his coat.
"Stop it, or HI shoot!" Paxton said. In a
clipped, tonne voice. "And put your hands
up! And you. Loula, don’t yen move!"
"Leavit. having seen Paxton’s revolver,
obeyed and sat motionless. Paxton came
into the room and stood beside his wifa
Leavit, watching her now with an acute-
ness surpassing his previous shrewd intent-
neon, noted that she, absorbed in her hus-
band's movements, was in reality utterly
surprised, employing to the utmost all his
genius for observation, he saw, in the next
moment, suspicion born in her eyes, and on
top of that came her fear. Net the same
sort of fear with which she had recognized
him at the door two hours and a half ago.
This was a bitterer fear, a more devastating
thing. He saw that it crushed her; her chest
sank in; her shoulders came closer together;
and an artery in her neck, as she held her
head back to watch her husband's face,
throbbed as if to beat down its walla.
Thought travels fast in a moment like
that The detective, clearly realising his
own helplessness, was able also to follow the
woman’s feelings. They were, he perceived,
a troop of torture. She realised, he saw, that
she had endangered her husband's trust ta
Leavit, with a swift side glance at her. maw
‘her lips fall open and her left hand go to
her heart as if to crush down its lespias
pulse. A great wonder was upon her. She
might as well have opted out, "How much
more splendid is this man than I have ever
suspected.”
" But that," Paxton was murine, "didn't
mean anything to me, because I knew her.
She isagoed woman. I knew the woulds't
steal and has never stolen. She's my woman.
She's my whole world and all my life, be-
cause, without her, the world wouldn't ho
worth feeltag with. Do you get that? Us-
derstand what this woman, my women,
means to me and what I think of her?"
"Yes," Leavit replied curtly. .
"Good,” mid Paxton. "Then you under-
stand that I win do anythin* to save her.
She’s worth saving. She loves me. I am
not lew lived enough to hand her over in the
law to make a disgraced, sorrowing, and
broken thing of her when she’s got every
right under the blue sky to live out her use.
happy, loved, and useful. It's my duty to
save her. It’s your duty.” he said, contempt
in his pronunciation of the word, " your duty
te hand her over to ruin and wreckage.
- "But before Ill stand for that," he added,
through his set teeth, "I’l kill you. I will,
*8 help me Goal Now, here’s your fate
chance. If my wife will say that you can be
trusted to keep your promise IT let you
walk out of here the moment you my you
will never arrest her or ten anybody else who
or where che ta."
Keeping both gun and eye on Leavit, he
asked his wite, "What do you my, Loutar
Leavit did not look at her. For an the
two men mw of her, she was alone in the
world, unprompted, unguided. She tried
to think and could not. Her one vague teal-
ing was thankfulness that her husband had
the upper hand. She found herself anyth#
mentally again and again, "Thank Goal Ny
dear happiness! Thank God? The tiektes
of the clock was the only sound in the
1 room. The men were motionless, waiting.
her by mercifully trying to hide her pact
from him; she was horribly afraid that he
chops and the two vegetables into dishes she
worked automatically, her mind busy with
. beg your pardon, both of you." -he said
with a start from his abstraction. "I had
worked automatically, her mind busy with made another appointment for this evening,
the unceasing resolve, “To be worthy of him . for both of us—but I can arrange it." He
in this! To make it easy for him!" - turned to Leavit with a smile. " It’s a moot-
The men went together to the bathroom to
wash up.
When she called them Into the little box
of a dining room the meal was on the table.
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put up ber face for his kiss. *
“ Why, you're " he began, with a look
of worry.
"Excitement!" she answered his unvoiced
inquiry karif, and stood aside, drawing his
attention to the other end of the hall, where,
she knew, the plain clothes man was stand-
ing watching her every move, listening for
even a hint of treachery to her bargain with
him. “ Here's a surprise for you, George!"
She went forward with him a step or two
and introduced him. “Thia'is the great and
only husband. Steve!" she said, a proud
playfulness in her tone. "And, George, this
is Steve Leavit, an old friend of mine, an
old playfellow even when we were kids in
Philadelphia." .
Paxton put out his hand. With a warm
smile. He was a pleasant faced fellow in
his early thirties, slender and a little taller
normal. Only her breathing betrayed her; it.. Throughout the dinner she led the talk, mak-
was still fast from the pounding of her heart.
in three minutes now. la three,minutes or , than the average. His paleness, from eon-
sooner: Mw—" 1 slant indoor work, was in striking contrast
Leavit put up his hand. "Not so fast, to his black hair and eyes. •
Maymi! Not—'' “I hadn’t seen him for nearly eight years,"
- -"I’m not Mayme any merci" she corrected she rattled on, preceding them into the liv-
him. "I was Loula Bentley when he met ing room. “He hadn’t an idea I was in New
me, out in Chicago, making my own living. York!, Just happened to run plump into me
Mia name's George Paxtoa. He’s a 'book- on Thirty-third street!"
keeper. And we've been married four years. , She found herself possessed of two Intel-
And he loves me. Levee me go! And I— gences. Her laughing chatter to the two
O. my God, Mr. Leavit, I love him so it’s ’ men was a curtain behind which she flayed
. goins t kill me having to leave him this
way and tell him 1—1 was on the books at
headquarters for stealing: And I never stole
herself with the scourge of bitterness. Why
she asked herself contemptuously, had she
been tool enough to believe that the effront-
a thing ia my life! Not a thing! Tou, you “ery of living under the New York authorities’
who’ve bunted me for seven years. Mr. noses would be her greatest protection? Why
Leavit. you know I’m innocent! I—" had she trusted to her white hate and a re-
ing it almost entirely a aeries of reminis-
cences of her early girlhood in Philadelphia,
with frequent descriptions of persons and
places that kept Paxton interested.
Leavit, saying little and maintaining his
hawklike scrutiny of them, noted their good
comradeship. He saw, too, that her hand
never once trembled. Her voice had a fresh
and girlish note in it, an overtone faintly
suggestive of bubbling laughter. Experi-
encod es he was in the fears that come into
human eyes, he could detect no shadow of
anxiety, even In hers. The longer the thing
lasted the more he admired her.
Under her surface show of happy remem-
branes she was calculating desperately,
" I’ve got to keep it up only till eight-thirty!
Only till eight-thirty! If I can hold out that
long! O, my God! If I only can!" At in-
tervals which seemed to her ages long she
allowed herself the painful luxury of a turn
of her head and a glance Into the living room
to tell, by the clock on the bookcase, what
time it was, how many minutes more of this
heartbreaking pretense she had to endure.
Now and then she flexed the muscles of her
lethargy heavy as paralysis The forced
smiling made her lips etiff; they felt like
cardboard.. She was alternately flaming hot
and freezing cold.
“Seven-thirty!" she thought as they An-:
ished the pie which she had brought from
the delicatessen on her way home. " Seven:
thirty; and I’ve got to make the next play!"
She looked across the table at Paxion and.
spoke th a tone of banter,
"George," she said. With a slant of her
eye and a low laugh that made Leavit part-
ing with a fellow and hie wife that might
mean a little money for me. But, before I
go, have a cigaret."
Leavit heard the long, quivering sigh with
which the woman welcomed her husband’s
decision. She thought, " The worst la over
now!" But with even that email degree of
relaxation the white patches danced before
her eyes again; the faintness, as from ex-
treme heat, was upon her in waves. She
had to brace herself, like a man setting him-
self to resist a rush of superior numbers.
" Yes, thanks," Leavit said, accepting the
cigaret.
Mrs. Paxton led the way into the living
was convinced of her guile'
But what sulltt Leavit mw her eyelids
flutter wider to the shock of that specula-
ton, mw even that she asked herself, in her
lightning-like analysis of this new thunder-
bolt fallen upon her, whether Paxton, grop-
ing in the dark of suspicion and ignorance,
had not tried her unheard and deemed ber
to punishment for a crime worse than that
for which she had been indicted.
After Paxton's command, she was the first
to speak.
"No!" she said in a half-choked voice.
"Not that. George! You’ve got it wrong!
IT tell you exactly-Mr. Leavit will my I'm
telling the truth."
"Be qulet,” Paxton interrupted her, keep-
ing his glance always on Leavit. “ Keep
quiet. Loula," he repeated, without harsh-
ness.
"Now, sir!" he said to Leavit. “There
won't be much etiquette to this, either!" He
addressed his wife again. "Loula, take that
pistol away from him and give it to me."
She did' so with trembling Ungers, putting
the gun into Paxton's left hand. She sank
slowly into the chair nearest him, ber eyes
never leaving bis face. Leavit could see that
he himself meant little to her now; that
bewilderment and fear of her husband were
equally lively in her expression. It was as
After a long pause she managed to say
aloud. "Yes," and then, with greater
strength. "Yes, O. yes! Men be on the
level.”
Leavit gave no sign of relief.
“All right, then,” Paxton brought the
thing to its climax. " What do you any.
Leavit?",
Mis wife, seeing that his mind was made
up to shoot if necessary, framed in her eon-
sciousness one sentence of prayer, “Make
him promisor’ But the task of influencing
Leavit’s decision was more than she, drained
now of all vitality, could undertake. Her
thoughts, wild on the treadmill of ecafu-
sion, arrived at nothing. The idea of mur-
der was awful to her. Suspense closed dewa
upon her like the walls of a room combes
together. A pressure banded her forehead.
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room. She made no move to follow her
husband into the hall. Where, on coming in,
he had hung up his coat and hat. Without
the strength to carry on a conversation dur-
ing these, the crucial moments of her loving
deception, she heard him shuffle his keet
while getting into his heavy coat and then,
with quick, even stride, go down the hall to :
the corridor door. Leavit, in his chair by
the center table, was watching her, the ever-
lasting wariness in his face.
When the door slammed she sprang out of
ber chair as if propelled by an outside and
irresistible force. Her movement was so un-
expected and violent that Leavit started half
from his seat to put a hand on her shoulder.
She smiled at him pitifully, drooping
against the table. Her face was crimson,
ber eyeballs suffused with blood, her lipa ab- /
normally red and full.
" Nervous!" she explained, her voice thin
and weak. “It’s been terrible, Mr. Leavit!"
"I guess it was,” he said, "but—"
" I'm burning up!" she complained, moist-
ening.her thickened lips with the end of her
Paxton spoke to Leavit. His voice, pitched
‘ low and tense, carried a deadly and unquali-
filed menace.
"I could have killed you just now and
got away with it," he mid, "the moment
I heard you identify' yourself as a copper
about to arrest my wife. Too see, this gun's
got a silencer on it. But I heard her my
just now that you'd promised her a fair
chance. That stopped me long "enough to
find out what it meant. Loula, what was KT "
“It was this way," she explained breath-
lessly, without a glance at Leavit. "He
was going to take me to the station house
before you came in, but I knew it would
break, your heart to see me arrested, and I
tongue. “ Burning up! But I did get away
with it, didn't I?" she asked him, a patheue
pride in her voice. “Didn't I do all right?” - sun rises.”
asked him to give me a chance to write you
a note explaining, to make it as easy as
possible for you, darlin’. We would have
met you on the stairs if we had gons out
then. And he did just what I asked. He
was Ane, George; just fine! And I've never
stolen a cent in all my life!"
, "I see," Paxton resumed, ignoring her
disclaimer. “Now, then, Mr. Leavit, I’m go-
ing to give you a fair chance in return for
that. It you take it, all right. If you don’t,
ru kill you where you sit, as sure as the
"plup " sound. She thought, by keeping her
, mind full of her husband, by shuttles Leavit _
away from her thought, to make ber agony
more supportable.
Leavit at last reached his decision. It was '
a choice between surrender and certain
death. He did net have a Seating chance
even.
“You’ve got me," he said, with a stendy
look at Paxton. "I can’t see any good in
getting killed because I'd like to arrest a
woman who’s innocent, maybe." Me
shrugged his shoulders and added: "I prom-
ise you shell always be safe from me."
When the door of the fial elleked shut
behind him they listened until his footsteps
died awsy down the corridor. Paxton was
standing at the living room deer into the
hall, his wife near the table la the living
room. They faced each other.
He was trembling violently. The sun
dropped unnoticed from his hand. His face
was like a limp white rag with two holes
is it through which Little fires burned. He
tried to laugh, making an unpleasant sound
of it.
A cold sweat came out suddenly on her
forehead and, te little torrents, ran down
the sides of her face. Her lower lip was
curiously twisted. She put up her arms a
little way weakly, bolding them out to him.
“ Well," he said, going to her and putting
an arm around bar, "we did it! Did it ex-
actly the way we’ve always said we would-
If we had tel And you were finer
"It came so unezpeotedi-1 It seared me
to death!" she said, shuddering. "And, o,
George. I hate so for us to have to do it be
cause of me:'’
" Don't say we didn’t have a right toF he
commanded her lovingly. "You are inno-
cent. And a little anting like ours here to-
night suits me a whole let better than lot-
ung a bunch of thick headed cops ruin a
■ good woman's life! The only thing that
wasn’t acting was the shooting part of it.
I'd have killed him, certain, if he hadn't
knuckled down!” ‘
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