Bullets or Ballots Page #3

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and tuck them in.

- Your friend McLaren thinks so too.

- Well, he's only a captain.

He takes orders too.

And you'll go on being loyal to McLaren

and the department.

- Yeah. That's it.

- And looking for laundry.

Nice, clean job.

Well, someday Mac will be back

up on top.

Then you won't have to worry

about me anymore.

Say, I thought you didn't let mugs

come into this place.

I don't when I know them. Who's he?

That's Crail.

I sent him up to Sing Sing

a couple of years ago.

Hello, Blake.

I see the parole board has let you loose

on the public again, huh?

Yeah, no thanks to you.

Well, I see where they cut

the bigshot detective down to size.

It must be tough not to be

able to kick the boys around...

...and make them tip their hats.

Yeah, but they still do.

To a Bronx flatfoot?

Yeah.

And as long as I'm part of the force,

they'll keep on tipping their hats.

Remember it next time.

I guess I'll go downtown

and see what's going on.

You haven't lost your gentle touch,

have you?

I'll see you soon.

Don't hurt your knuckles.

- What's the trouble?

- Arrest him for destroying property.

Yes, sir.

Come on, on your feet.

You're sure you saw Fenner

go inside the hotel?

Yes, I didn't pull away

until after he went in.

- What time did you leave him?

- Nine fifty-five.

Could he have had time

to get to Bryant's office by 10:15?

- I guess so.

- I'm not paying you to guess.

He could've if he grabbed a fast car

right away and got a break with traffic.

Yes?

Detective Blake to see you.

Send him in.

- That's all. Wait for me.

- Yes, sir.

- Hello, Al.

- How are you, Johnny?

- Big night for you, huh?

- How?

Secretary and chauffeur

working overtime.

Oh, that happens a lot.

- Your rackets must be doing all right.

- About 5000 last week.

Five hundred thousand.

I can't count that high.

- Have a chair, Johnny.

- Thanks.

I thought you were homesteading

up in the Bronx.

What are you doing

in this neck of the woods?

Oh, just poking around the old hangouts.

- Cigar?

- No, thanks, I'll smoke a pipe.

What do you think of Bryant's death?

I was just reading about it.

Yeah.

- It's too bad. He was a nice fella.

- They'll probably try and hang it on you.

A couple of the boys from headquarters

were up here half an hour ago.

They were very nice about it, though.

That's the trouble with them.

They have to be.

You'd have taken me around the corner

and rolled up a newspaper.

Yeah, I suppose I would.

But I didn't get much out of you

the last time I gave you a going-over.

You came close to it.

I wish I'd known it then.

You'd have got some more.

I wanted to get you on that rap.

- Good old days, eh, Johnny?

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