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- WINDOW DRESSING
- By Leslie Gordon Barnard (Book three page 54)
-
- In a short time now it would be dusk and old Pop
- Hawkins would have to set his red lights glowing on the
- highway. The road crew had quit work for the day,
- leaving to him the task of keeping vigil until dawn
- over the excavation, the steam shovels, the tools and
- material.
-
- There was a furrow in Pop's leathery brow. Then he
- saw a car slowly cruising down from where the highway
- banked up into the sunset. Radio police car, he
- knew. Pop stood out with a red flag in his hand and waved
- the car to a stop. Both the officers in the car were new to this
- stretch of highway, but Pop was no man to stand on
- ceremony.
-
- "Hullo, boys," he said. "Here's a nice
- kittle of fish. I gone and left my lunch pail
- back home, and I thought maybe if you was---"
-
- He broke off abruptly. the radio had begun
- to chatter.
-
- "Calling Car Twenty-eight on Wintus-
- ket Highway. Car Twenty-eight--be on lookout
- for green sedan, license plates and car almost ob-
- scured by dust. Driver held up and shot cashier of
- Branson Stores in Wintusket. Watch for dust-
- covered car," said the police radio ....
-
- "Watch for dust-covered car--" said the short wave
- radio in a machine lurching through the dusk on the out-
- skirts of Wintusket.
-
- The man behind the wheel, grim-faced, hat well
- pulled down, took a corner on two wheels, shot
- down a narrow alley with a scream of brakes, and a
- moment later honked a horn outside a small,
- obscure garage. A man ran out.
-
- "Wash her off," said the man at the wheel. "There's
- a five-dollar bill for you if you rush it. Got an
- appointment."
-
- "O.K., boss."
-
- He called and two men lounging inside came out and
- helped. In three minutes the car was sluiced down; in
- two more it shone with cleanliness.
- "Thanks, boys."
-
- He tossed a bill over. The car rocketed into the
- gloomy canyon of the street, turned left and zoomed
- towards the open highway.
-
- Twenty minutes later the radio spoke again.
-
- "Calling Car Twenty-eight. Car Twenty-
- eight. Wintusket bandit believed heading west on
- Wintusket Highway. Believe car has been
- washed. Look for green sedan, lone driver, trav-
- eling fast. Stop all suspicious cars..."
-
- The man at the wheel relaxed speed. A corner of
- his mouth sagged into a grin. They'd not get him that way.
- Take it quiet--that was the thing.
-
- Straight ahead the road ran towards the sunset.
- Far along he fancied he saw the gleam of red
- lights. Police barricade--or what? Men at
- work, perhaps. Likely place for a trap. "Lone
- driver, traveling fast" ...huh? Well, he'd
- slowed down; now--his grin spread to include his whole
- mouth--what he needed was window dressing.
-
- The brakes screamed on, eased, came on again.
- Just ahead, trudging towards the sunset--a woman and
- three kids. They'd do. He leaned out.
-
- "Going far, Missus?"
- "A piece."
- "Well, I'm heading the same way. Give you a
- lift?"
-
- "That's kind of you," said the woman. "It's not far
- for me, but the children--"
-
- He nodded making quick disposition. The woman in
- front with the chubby towhead of a boy. The two little
- girls in the back.
-
- "There, that's fine now," he said. "I feel quite like a
- family man. All set?"
-
- He sped up the car again, then slowed, cursing the
- nervous tension of his foot on the gas.
-
- "Nice night, missus, isn't it? Kind of
- pleasant just to amble along."
-
- She didn't answer. He saw the quick look of
- terror in her eyes, and cursed himself. He'd left
- the gun on the seat. Before he could shut it off the radio
- blatted again... "Green sedan, traveling
- west..."
-
- He snapped it off. The red lights were nearing
- rapidly.
-
- "Listen," he said, "do what I say, and you'll
- come to no harm." He glanced ahead quickly. "All
- you got to do is to keep your mouths closed until we
- get up past the barricade there. Then I'll let you
- off. Tell the kids to be quiet, see, and not a
- peep out of you--Otherwise--"
-
- He drove quite slowly now, keeping a steady
- thirty-five or forty. It was still fairly light, but
- the red lanterns glowed brightly ahead..."
-
- When the last red lantern was in place Pop Haw-
- kins came back to where the police car was drawn up
- behind the steam shovel. "Fishin' ain't been too good,
- has it?" he quizzed them, and glanced at the road
- barrier with its pendant lantern which was swung out across
- the right of way. "Well, here's another customer for
- you." He strained his eyes to appraise the oncoming
- car, and chuckled. "That's the third green sedan but they
- all seem to run to families. Looks to me like
- another of the same kind."
-
- One of the officers nodded.
-
- "Looks like a woman and three kids."
-
- "Huh?" snorted Pop. "I wish--"
-
- But the car was almost up now; it slowed, then
- braked to a stop.
-
- One of the officers leaned in the window.
-
- "Got your license there?"
-
- The driver flipped open his case.
-
- "There you are."
-
- "O.K. It's all right, lady, we're not going
- to give your husband a ticket." Funny how scared
- some women get about having their car stopped by the police.
- "All right," he signaled, "let them by."
-
- Pop Hawkins took his hands off the end of the road
- barrier, and walked over to the driver's window.
-
- "Excuse me, mister," he said, "but I was won-
- dering would you do me a favor. You see I left my
- lunch pail back home and--"
-
- It was then the woman screamed. Because, with a sudden quick
- motion, Pop Hawkins had pulled the driver's hat
- down over his eyes.
-
- "Get him," shrilled Pop. "He's your man!"
- At the same moment his sinewy old hand reached for the
- fellow's wrist. A gun fell to the floor.
-
- Pop Hawkins let the police handle their man.
-
- He was helping the woman and the three children out. When the
- handcuffs were snapped into place, a slightly breathless
- officer of the law confronted the old man.
-
- "Well, we've got to hand it to you," he admitted.
- "Just what's the answer?"
-
- Pop Hawkins cracked a wide and toothless grin.
-
- His hand rested gently on a towheaded little girl.
-
- "I guess I ought to know my own grandchildren and their
- mother," he chuckled. "Bringin' Gramp the lunch pail
- he forgot, weren't you? I hope it's a good one
- Maggie. I get kind of hungry along about mid-
- night."
-