“Yare.”
“I’m working on the theory that he’s a college boy and that she’s a society girl and that they do it for sport.”
“The feller vas a hardlookin bastard.”
“Well there are hardlooking college men.... You wait for the story called ‘The Gilded Bandits’ in next Sunday’s paper Mr. Goldstein.... You take the News dont you?”
Mr. Goldstein shook his head.
“I’ll send you a copy anyway.”
“I want to see those babies convicted, do you understand? If there’s anythin I can do I sure vill do it ... Aint no security no more.... I dont care about no Sunday supplement publicity.”
“Well the photographer’ll be right along. I’m sure you’ll consent to pose Mr. Goldstein.... Well thank you very much.... Good day Mr. Goldstein.”
Mr. Goldstein suddenly produced a shiny new revolver from under the counter and pointed it at the reporter.
“Hay go easy with that.”