I must carry them on several houses farther as a
blind and trust to luck that they don't see the wires leading
down below."
We were several houses down, still putting up wires when the
crowd came shouting back, sticky with cheap trust-made candy and
black with East Side chocolate. We opened the ginger ale and
forced ourselves to drink it so as to excite no suspicion, then a
few minutes later descended the stairs of the tenement, coming
out just above Albano's.
I was wondering how Kennedy was going to get into Albano's again
without exciting suspicion. He solved it neatly.
"Now, Walter, do you think you could stand another dip into that
red ink of Albano's!"
I said I might in the interests of science and justice--not
otherwise.
"Well, your face is sufficiently dirty," he commented, "so that
with the overalls you don't look very much as you did the first
time you went in. I don't think they will recognise you. Do I
look pretty good?"
"You look like a coal-heaver out of a job," I said. "I can
scarcely restrain my admiration."
"All right. Then take this little glass bottle. Go into the back
room and order something cheap, in keeping with your looks. Then
when you are all alone break the bottle. It is full of gas
drippings. Your nose will dictate what to do next.
Pages:
285
286
287
288
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296
297
298
299
300
301
302
303
304
305
306
307
308
309