he says openin the package an takin out a cigarette to smoke it. Then I notices the goil with him had a veil on."
"Then she didnt have bobbed hair?"
"All I seen was a kind o mournin veil. The foist thing I knew she was behind the counter an had a gun stuck in my ribs an began talkin . . . you know kinder kiddin like . . . and afore I knew what to think the guy'd cleaned out the cashregister an says to me, 'Got any cash in your jeans Buddy?' I'll tell ye I was sweatin some . . ."
"And that's all?"
"Sure by the time I'd got hold of a cop they vere off to hell an gone."
"How much did they get?"
"Oh about fifty berries an six dollars off me."
"Was the girl pretty?"
"I dunno, maybe she was. I'd like to smashed her face in. They ought to make it the electric chair for those babies. . . . Aint no security nowhere. Vy should anybody voirk if all you've got to do is get a gun an stick up your neighbors?"
"You say they were welldressed . . . like welltodo people?"
"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."
