greatly excited, is all eager questions and Ptomaine tells her about the four-round bout in the hall, whilst I sent a bellhop for a taxi. I happened to remember that earlier in the evenin' a special cop had told me the name of the ship them merry sailors come off and also the pier it was parked at. I shouid of dashed to some police station and brung a slew of coppers with me and before the night was over I sure wished I had done so. But I was too worked up right then to think of that, or to think of anything but gettin' to the Kid at my earliest possible convenience!
When Angela gets hep to the situation, she claims this is a really big story and one which would make her contemplated interview with Kid Roberts about as thrillin' as a hired girl's obituary. She must go with us, she says with sparklin' eyes and is inside the cab before I knew she was in earnest! I tried to argue her out of goin' along, tellin' her there would prob'ly be dirty work at the cross-roads and plenty hats broken before we got through. Angela's answer to this was a delighted, "I certainly hope there is!" What could you do with a girl like that?
"Let the little lady stay," says Ptomaine, throwin' out a 50-inch chest, "if the worst comes to worst, I'll take care of her!"
Angela favors him with a faint smile.
"Be still!" she says, "and let's hurry. If the worst comes to worst, I'll take care of you both!"
And out of her handbag she takes a cute, but satisfactory-lookin' gun and a reporter's police lines badge.
