Show chivalry by MADELINE KOHLER ca C syndicate dic atit G GEORGE wi cartri MARTIN D DETECTIVE off duty had been sitting in at a quiet little game in the neighborhood the evening had been most profitable and his pockets bulged pleasantly as he strode homeward through tho the sla ata lent streets tho the detective was a personable young man in the early thirties martin lived alone in a small find and rather shabby apartment house in the west sixties the building boasted a central court with a tiny fountain and as he entered the paved square I 1 he be glanced up at his own windows on the fourth floor I 1 ire he stopped suddenly then with a stifled exclamation and remained tooted rooted his eyes straining incredulously upward between his windows and I 1 those of the next cert apartment ran a i narrow ornamental ledge or coping and moving slowly and carefully care tully along this abeid shel to in the direction ot of his win idova 1 flows was the figure ot of a woman I 1 I 1 ile he watched fascinated as the wora woman moved step by step across the I 1 twelve foot space it was apparent that she bad emerged from thia the window of 0 his neighbor harry Cras crashaw baw 1 martin scowled prom from their first encounter he had disliked and distrusted the sleek and dapper crashaw gambler broadway hanger on and j thrower of late and noisy parties he ha muttered against crashaw now some poor girl risking her life to get away from that bird I 1 hed have it out idith i with crashaw and ask him what the deall ha be meant the girl had bad al emest reached his window and she faltered uncertainly certainly an at the sill I 1 luce like a flash martin bounded across the court this was a walkup walk up and there was waa to no elevator he took the dimly lit stairs two at a time i in juds Is apartment he found the girl aln i la it A crumpled heap under the open I 1 window she did not move when he be snapped on the lights i i stripping himself of coat and hat I 1 the detective stooped to pick her up A laying her gently on the couch he went swiftly into the adjoining room and returned with a bottle of brandy but even as ho be shook itt it he remembered the boys from across the hall had bad killed it last night swearing softly he be sped out into the hall closing the floor door behind him bim better go into Cra shaws shawls room it was near nearest estl and he would be sure to have some spirits hed tell the smooth crook a thing or two while he was about it ili he was surprised to find and Cra shaws apartment brilliantly lighted and apparently ly half full of people crashaw himself lay in a large armchair his bis sleek hatt hair rumpled and a new white bandage on his shoulder jackson the superintendent of the building came forward excitedly just the man we want mr martin 11 he be said mr crashaw here was robbed and halt murdered this evering evening Mart martins lills jaw aw dropped ile he came in quickly and shut the door yeah leah snarled crashaw and you dicks better get busy on this it was a girl see one of these apartment house thieves I 1 came wand in and found her at the wall safe and she cleaned it out while she held a gun on me I 1 was mad and I 1 tried to rush her I 1 did clid get the gun away but in the rumpus it went evl off ue he glanced ruefully at Us his shoulder it must have stunned me anyway I 1 crumpled up and the girl made her getaway what I 1 cant understand he add 1 ed irritably la is how she got out with you yon fellows put out there pounding on the door I 1 martin his head in a whirl had bad a mornen momentary tary flashback flash back of a terri terrified fed small email figure clinging to a wall but ahls ls eyes betrayed nothing as he fie fixed athern on crashaw just what did she it take akel he ha asked levelly I 1 six hundred dollars in cash iB napped crashaw it seems to me youre damned cool about it martin what do you expect me to ta db burst out crying IM ill go and report IV it martin turned on his big heel beel ile he knew very well weil what he had bad to do duty was duty but she was a game ud kid all right oh ob well what the h I 1 Hs he went swiftly down the hall anti and entered his own apartment the girl was standing in the center of 0 the room her hands thrust deep in the pock pockets ets of her worn leather coat her wide eyes ayes met his challengingly but ho he sensed the mute appeal behind them she did not speak scram kid he said quietly out the window you can make it to the fire are escape and down into the court step on it it because out for your bl blood d 11 he go gestured toward the other room put the or crashaw loot on the table a ex you go by he ora ordered enSil without looting oldrig lo at her its all right ali give it back 11 ile he waited till he heard her cautiously descending the fire escape then relaxing reached out for or his coat which still hung on the chair near the bathroom he needed n cigarette clr arette badly regarding the coat hla his mind went back to the forgotten poker game three hundred dollars ho he had won in that game and lidd had come home with his pockets edging ne lie realized with a shock that they were not bulging cowl with a sharp indrawn breath he examined the poc pockets keth sheepishly Detec detective tite martin lit his |