Judge — April 30, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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A Particularly Hideous Crime Meee and a fine, driving snow partially obscured the movements of the two men who skulked in the shadows. The tall policeman who peered down the alley after them, satisfied that they were only a couple of burglars, stalked majestically and hastily away. “Here’s the place, Bill,” one of the men whispered, halting in the rear of a pretentious brick resi- dence. “Yah hadn't otto lost that key, Pete,” complained Bill. “This secon’-story stuff’s too dangerous.” “There’s a pantry window open,” Pete pointed out. “Know the combination to the safe?” asked Bill. sy. “Somehow,” mused Bill, “I don’t feel like this thing’s gonna turn out right.” “Shut yer trap,” growled Pete, “We're broke, ain’t we? We gotta have some jack, ain’t we? Well, I know where it is and I’m gonna get it. All you gotta do is stand here and wait.” “What if the woman wakes up?” A hard glint came into Pete’s eyes. “Bill,” he whispered, hoarsely, “there ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me to-night—not even murder! I’m Sr. Perer—D. n these always give me a start! JUDGE Pitumper—And you’re the guy who writes all them funny gags about us plumbers, eh—s’long. gonna come outa this joint with that jack in my jeans, and you and me are goin’ out and finish up this night in a blaze o’ glory.” By this time Pete had removed his shoes. He now wriggled through the narrow window with the agility of a cat, and, once in- side, threaded his way with an automobile accidents! They equal celerity through the inky darkness of the first floor, He mounted the stairs on tiptoe, care- fully avoiding the creaking step. Like a shadow he slipped into the front room on the second floor. He glided to the wall safe, noiselessly opened it, abstracted a small package, and, method- ically, closed and locked it again. Suddenly the woman sat bolt upright in bed. “Put that money back,” she said, quietly, “before I kill you.” The woman was small, and un- armed. For a fraction of a second the thief hesitated. Then, like an automaton, he reopened the safe and restored the package to its proper place. “Now,” commanded the woman, “take off your clothes and get into this bed.” * * ee Outside, Bill shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. The seconds dragged into minutes and the minutes dragged on and on until forty of them had passed. Then at length Bill moved slowly and irresolutely away. “T suppose I might as well beat it for home,” he muttered. ‘‘Pete’s wife musta woke up.” Asia Kagowan 14 comicbooks.com