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Updated: May 26, 2025
Those who wanted to get in and those who wanted to get out all tried to talk at once, but as soon as the police recognized Jerry Durand they gave him the floor. "We're after a flat-worker," explained the ex-pugilist. "He must be tryin' for a roof getaway." He turned and led the joint forces back up the stairs. Thugs and officers surged up after him, carrying with them in their rush the Runt.
It had been the property of a gentlemanly "flat-worker," who made rich hauls before he fell into the fingers of Inspector Val and went to Sing Sing. Inspector Val applied the absent gentleman's jimmy to the San Reve's door, squarely over the lock. He gave it a twitch and the door flew inward, the bolt tearing out a mouthful of the casing. "Stand back!" said Inspector Val to Mr.
"No no, I ain't a-worryin' none, but Clay, I'd hate a heap for any harm to come to that li'l' girl." His voice quavered. "Sho! We're right on their heels, Johnnie. So are the cops. We'll make a gather and get Kitty back all right." Miss Annie Millikan's pert smile beamed through the window at Clay when he stepped up. "Hello, Mr. Flat-Worker," she sang out. "How many?"
He could see by the girl's eyes that she had jumped to the conclusion that he was in love with Kitty. He did not attempt to disturb that conviction. It might enlist her sympathy. "Honest, Annie, I believe this guy's on the level," the young woman said aloud as though to herself. "If he ain't, he's sure a swell mouthpiece. He don't look to me like no flat-worker not with that mug of his.
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