CHAPTER IVHeavy on the Muscles
Whew! I looked at those brown-tweed legs and those brown oxfords, with a long scratch across one toe, and started sweating. If Smith discovered what had happened now, it’d be curtains for Cassidy, or Stinky, or whoever I was!
But nobody made a move. Apparently neither Nazi wanted to take chances, with Billie sitting right beside them. That gave me a breather, anyhow. What next?
The problem was settled right away. I heard a squalling, familiar voice squawking. “That’s the girl!” the voice said. “That’s her! I’m sure she’s kidnaped the baby.” It was the hatchet-faced battlewagon!
She’d come back with cops. The minute I heard a deep brogue telling Billie to come along quietly, I knew the lid was off. Wow! If Billie went off, leaving me here with those two lu
