Judge — May 21, 1932 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE STOLEN CAR By Arthur L. Lippmann OHN J. GREGORY, attorney-at-law, leaned out of his J window and looked down eighteen stories. His searched for his red roadster that should have been parked against the curb directly in front of the building that housed the law offices of McIntyre, Gregory & Rosenbloom. Where his car had been a flaming speck of red against the asphalt, Mr. Gregory saw nothing but a blank space. He shut the window and beckoned to offic you familiar with Municipal Five relating to parked motor vehi ? “Yes, Mr. Gregory, if you mean the one that empowers the police department to haul autos to the municipal saraye if they are parked downtown for more than an hour.” “Exactly. Well, my this morning. r was left downstairs at nine It’s eleven now and the car is gone. Where is it? Undoubtedly at the police department garage. How can I get it? By paying a twenty-five dollar fine.” “That's a shame. Shall I make out a check?” Mr. Gregory chuckled, “T'll not pay them a red cent. What's the use of being a lawyer if you can’t set your- self out of trouble. Call Captain ake of Traflic Squad A on the ’phone.” Miss Thomas dialed the number and nodded to her employer. Mr. Gregory lifted the receiver, “Hello, Blake? This is Gregory over at McIntyre, Gregory & Rosenbloom. How are you, Captain? That’s fine. © Say, my car was swiped this morning. Right from in front of my home. A red roadster, license num- ber six three seven five. I should say around nine “Here's an order from Montreal fer 600 cases of beer.” “Here's a real bargain, Madam, if you can get into them.” o'clock. It had been standing there about ten minutes. Okay, Captain. I know you'll recover it for me. Good- bye.” HREE hours later Detective Morosco of the Motor Vehicle Squad was ushered into the pine-panelled id to see you, Morosco,” said Mr. Gregory. news?” “We located your c¢ “Splendid work!" s fifty cent cigar usuall. “Any said Morosco, id Mr. Gregory handing over a rved for wealthy defendants. “The efficient ion of the police department is a yreat tribute to our city officials. Where did you find the car?” “At the Municipal Garg The boys brought it in from somewhere downtown for a parking violation. We got the finger prints of the crook, too. Took them from the steering wheel. The last suy who drove that bus didn’t wear yloves and we got the sweetest little set of prints you ever look at.” Morosco took sheet of paper from his pocket and carefully placed it on the lass top of Mr. Gregory’s desk. “Unusually clear finger prints,” Gregory “They aren't bad. I brought them up because I thought you might find them particularly interesting.” Mr. Gregory shot a quick look at Moroseo who was nonchalantly blowing fifty cent smoke rings toward the ceiling. yvallowed hard and opened the middle drawer Mor "he said, “I want to show my gratitude for the efficient work you be have done.” He reached for his check book. “As a token of my appreciation, I'm presenting fifty dollars to the Police Benevolent Fund.” “That's mighty nice of Morosco as he took the the desk. He t complimented Mr. ou, Mr. Grego said aper with the finger prints ff ed it out of the window and a stiff breeze from the river carried it high over the roofs of the city. “I'm sure the widows and orphans of former members of the force will be rememberin’ you in their prayers.” comicbooks.com