“Nice work, Trixie,” he chuckled. “Your technique was excellent.”
“You’re pinchin’ me?” quavered Trixie.
Bowers shrugged. “Maybe. If you’ll talk—be a witness—I might let you off. Otherwise, it’s the woman’s prison for you for some time.”
Tony, the manager, suddenly recovered his composure. “What’s dis talk about jail? You no send no one to jail.”
“Is that so? Where do you think you’ll be in twenty minutes from now?”
you’ll“I calla my lawyer. I get bail. You no keep me in jail. I got pull.”
“Have you now? Well, call your lawyer and have him meet you at the station. Trixie, you come with me.”
Leaving Tony in charge of the policemen, Bowers led Trixie out of the Blue Moon.
“How long have you been working in this dump?” he asked the girl as they walked to his coupe a block away.
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