toward him and scribbled out his report to his chief in Washington:
There was no dope on the Cubana. (Signed) Robert W. Clark
Killer Ape
Killer Ape
B ILL LACY was the kind of newspaperman who would go to a nice murder and come back with a lead story about a run-over dog.
But human interest and animals were the things which brought Bill Lacy low the night the corpse was found on Forest Road.
All unsuspecting, he swung down the dingy corridor of the precinct station, whistling to himself and at peace with the world.
He bumped squarely into Captain OâConnor who scowled like an evil genie. OâConnor had not much use for tall, brown-haired men of handsome visage, as OâConnor was quite the reverse.
âWatch where youâre goinâ,â snapped OâConnor.
âOh, beg pardon,â said Bill with a wicked grin. âYou startled me for a moment. I thought it was King Kong.â
âBlah!â snarled OâConnor. âYou still harpinâ on apes!â
Sergeant Morris had come along, waddling sourly. âApes? Is this sap still talkinâ about apes? Still protectinâ your relatives, Lacy?â
âLook,â said Bill, âyou guys lay off me about that ape stuff. All I did was sock that guy Hartman for â¦â
âFor being crooel to a pore little monkey,â said OâConnor.
âOrangutan,â corrected Bill. âAnd I still think itâs a damned shame the way Para Rubber Company and Hartman, just for the sake of outselling Greyson, put poor Joe â¦â
âIn a cage,â said Sergeant Morris. âPoor Joe, the orangutan! He ought to be wearinâ a silk hat and swinginâ a cane. Aw, we read the papers, Bill. We read what you wrote about poor old Joe, hardly able to stand up in his cage.â¦â
âAnd we locked you up when you socked Hartman,â said OâConnor. âAnd if you donât stop panninâ the police every time something happens, youâre going to be locked up againâplenty of times. Get that?â
âKeep your badge on,â said Bill. âIf I want to write a sob story about an abused ape â¦â
A radio operator came out of his stall like Punch . âHey, Cap, I heard you. That ape was let out about an hour ago. Hartman just phoned and Iâm sending Car Eighteen up to escort him out of the building. Heâs scared. Yah,â he added to Bill and vanished.
OâConnor looked at Bill. âSay, Mr. Lacy, it wouldnât be that you let yourself go on this idea, would you? Where you been?â
âMe?â gaped Bill. âWhy, walkinâ around in the snow â¦â
âHuh,â said OâConnor. âPretty thin! Whatâs the idea stealinâ an ape? It didnât belong to you! Even if Hartman was abusinâ it, it was his ape! Now you come along and â¦â
âCap!â said the operator, popping out again. âWoman out on Forest Road reports that she seen an ape running down in the woods.â
âIn the snow?â said Bill. âNuts. Joe wouldnât go out in the snow. Heâs from Sumatra .â¦â
âCall Car Twenty and tell them to watch for him,â said Captain OâConnor. âSay, how could he get from Para Rubber to Forest Road in an hour? Thatâs miles! And through the downtown traffic and somebody would have spotted him. Say, Lacy, what is this? You tryinâ to â¦â
âCap!â yelped the operator, popping out again. âHeâs done it! Heâs gone and murdered somebody. A motorist just phoned in to say that he seen a corpse alongside Forest Road in the ditch. Get Homicide Squad here and which medical examiner â¦â
OâConnor grabbed too late. Bill was already vanishing in wild flight down the front steps. But before the door banged shut, OâConnor bawled, âCome back here, damn you! Youâre an accessory to
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