Judge — October 4, 1930 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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You Can’t Lose T" police precinct ation was si- lent. It seemed like a thoughtful- silence, and it was. The desk ser- xeant, two policemen, and four detee- tives were grouped about the table. They'd seratch their heads now and then, but otherwise the quiet was sim- ply dreadful. At last the desk sergeant spoke: Fellows, it all depends upon how they time it. One of the detectives dis; “Not at all, Butch. If they nobody can stop them, nobody—and vou know it.” voiced his opin- y've got reserves to fall hack on, and besides, they've got plenty of guts.” “Why, sure,” said the desk ser- geant, “sure, they've got guts a they've got reserves and they e; but the timing is the thin that could only be doped out. ‘The desk sergeant’s tone gave the im- pression that it couldn't. Another detective spoke up: “I think all you guys have g slant on them. They’ ‘ot the wrong been doin’ a Process Senven—A little something for you, Mr. St. Peter! “A fine day, Ella; the air is like grape-juice! 1s ” lot of traveling, but somebody's bound to stop e , they can't go on said the first detective, “the are too dumb to stop them... . a master mind back of that bunch.” Silence again in the precinct sta- tion. Each man was busy with his own thoughts. Thoughts of the for lorn hopelessness of the situation. Even the police force could only think and wonder. What was happen the District Attorn it Mayor's headquarters? torial rooms of the papers? “Well,” said the desk se ly, “the only thing we can possibly do is sit tight. . “We'll sit tight, all right,” said a policeman. “And wait and see.” The desk ser geant finished. “T guess so,” said one of the p clothes-men, “you'll but my ten bucks are Notre Dame anytime. and sé n Rockne a —Davin S. Lenaan comicbooks.com