“THE CLEAN-UP”
A Young Evangelist Uses Ganster Methods to Clean Up Harlem Cabarett
Somebody has put Fred Harris, rip-snorting
evangelist on the spot. Maybe the bosses of
the nite clubs, for when cabaret attendance
dropped 50 per cent, they knew only des
perate steps would save them. Who did it?
That’s what Linda Allen, the blues-singing,
hip-shaking nite club sweetheart would like
to know and is going to find out.
By NICK LEWIS
WHAT HAS HAPPENED: Linda Allen
comes up from the South and under the
tutelage of Ace Hinds, owner of the Tom
Tom club, soon becomes a highly success
ful cabaret entertainer. Ace wants to
marry Linda himself, while A1 Collins,
her partner, also has designs on her.
Linda cannot bring herself to like either
one.
Hearing of a camp meeting being held
by an evangelist across the street from
the Tom-Tom, Linda, with A1 and the
Aoe. goes over to see what Is going on.
The Ace has a genuine grudge against the
evangelist, who is not only keeping the
regular cabaret customers away from the
Tom-Tom, but Is also carrying on a vig
orous war against any and all night clubs
and cabarets. This grudge becomes acute
when the Ace discovers that the evan
gelist is Fred Harris, and that he and
Linda were childhood sweethearts.
Fred visits the Tom-Tom club that night.
A1 warn* Linda that he is being put on
the spot by the gang which controls the
Harlem cabaret racket. She goes to him
and begs him to leave the clubs alone,
but he is adamant. They leave the club,
but as Fred goes through the door he Is
shot down from the rear. Linda hustles
him into a taxi and takec him to the
nospitaL
mow go on tun me story:
! CHAPTER III
Examination proved that Fred’s
injuries, luckil , were only super
ficial. Whoever had fired the shots
had been forced to shoot at an
angle in order to id hitting
Linda; none of the slugs bad taken
eCcet. It would be only a question
of a few weeks before he would be
back on the job again.
This news pleased Linda, for in
those awful hours in the hospital’s
waiting room she had come to real
ize how much Fred a*fually meant
to her. After all, he was all she
really had. He was the only rem
nant of her old plantation life.
Whether he felt the same about
her she did not know, but at least,
she told herself, she would see him
through this criris. She would nurse
him back to health ; nd then—and.
then she would join him in hi fight
against the viciousness of Harlem’s
night life. Her mind was firmly
made up, now tha+ she had wit
nessed this ugly manifestation of
organized crime, this cowardly
shooting of a man who was inno
cent of any wrong-doing whatso
ever.
Meanwhile, would she go back to
the Tom-Tom? That was a burn
ing question in her mind. Her
contract called for mother two
weeks of >.’ork, unless the Ace had
automatically cancelled it at the
moment when he poured hot lead
into the back of Fred Harris.
Had the Ace himself fired those
shots? Or had his nimble mind
been the one which conceived the
crime and ordered its execution?
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He put the money he offered into his coat pocket, and a
necklace of pearls appeared in his hands.
Or was it that A1 Collins, mad,
jealous, impetuous Al, had thus
attempted without the authority of
his boss to repay her for her studied
antipathy towards him?
In the end, Linda decided to ven
ture back into the Tom-Tom, cost
what it may. She would go through
her act night after night, just as
though nc.thing had happened. And
meanwhile she wo .11 :reep her eyes
open. She would try her best to
learn what she could of the plans
of the Ace and his gang, and to dis
cover who had fired the shots at
Fred.
If there va; any change in her
attitude when she reported back to
the club the following night, it was
imperceptable. She went immedi
ately to her dressing room and
donned her scanty costume for the
first act. Gingham dres, plaited
hair, bandana about her head, she
soon emerged a typical southern
belle.
Someone knocked on the door at
five to ten. She opened it A1 was
outside. He ttared, half surprised,
when he saw her. Linda smiled
nonchalantly.
“Time to go on?”
He recovered quickly. “Y—yes,” he
stammered. “Come on; it’s five
of."
They starte down the steep iron
stairs. “You look kind of sur
prised,” Linda said. “Didn’t you
expect to find me h<-e?”
A1 caughi her in his arms as they
reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Of course I did, honey. But you
got in so late, and I heard some
body say that you and that hick
evangelist ran into—well, a little
trouble—on your way out last
night.”
Linda said, “W; did run into—
a little trouble.”
“Somebody shot him?”
“Somebody shot at him. Just
enough to rouse his temper and put
him in the hospital for a couple
of days.”
“Say.” \1 looked worried as they
stood there in the wings, awaiting
their turn. “You better lay 7 that
guy. He's due to get his and he’s
due to get it mighty soon. What
happened last nigiT was just a
start r. I sure don't wTant you to
be around when something hap
pens.”
x ii gu uiuuiiu ♦ -ii ricu wirca
ever I want to,” Linda flared.
"There's nothing wrong with him.
He may be a preacher and all that,
but I dare any one of you boys to
take him on in f: !r fight. You're
yellow, all of you gangsters. You’d
shoot a man in the back first, like
you shot Fred last night.”
“Whoa, change that, sister,” A1
cautioned her. “Not like I did last
night. Like somebody did last
night. Don’t get me mixed up in
none of those personal brawls.”
“I want you to tell me,” Linda
demanded suddenly, “who shot at
Fred last night?”
A1 shook his head.
“You know,” Linda insisted.
“Who was it?”
But the call-buzzer, ringing
sharply on the wal' above their
heads, interrupted their conversa
tion. It was time for Linda’s act
to go on.
- • •
CHAPTER IV
In the days that followed, Linda
continued to go through her paces
at the ”om-Tom club, and her
|populari . showed iK> v.igns of wan
ing. On the contrary, she drew
heavier crowds every night, now
that the Go-pel Tent, missing its
leading spirit, had begun slowly to
lose ground.
Yet all of her success as a song
bird failed to yield Linda the slight
est bit of happiness. Only those
few hours each d:. which she
could spend with Fred were happy
ones.
Anxiously she counted the days
which she would have to wait be
fore her contract with the Ace ex
pired. And meanwhile she kept
eyes and ears open for any clues
as to the identity of Fred's as
sailant.
Some of the things she learned
caused her considerable worry.
Chief among them was the fact
that the night resort owners of
Harlem were strengthening their
bonds of union in order to combat
the clean-Uj' campaign which
Fred’s injury had temporarily halt
ed. They could see in the fanati
cal church people who attended the
Cospel Tent meetings no real
menace, yi it was better to be pre
pared for whatever might occur.
For Fred, th . knew, was a power
ful, an indomitable leader.
The Ace, too, had his worries. It
was undeniable that Linda was the
chief drawing card a' the Tom
Toni. Yet her contract expired in
two weeks. Would she sign an
other? And what if she didn’t? Of
course, he could wreck her career
as far as the show business was
concerned if she failed to carry out
his wishes. His control o/er theat
rical bookings throughout the coun
try had not been gained for noth
ing. But would that have the least
effect upon er?
Finally, he decided to have the
thing over with. Fe sent Linda a
note. ‘‘Report to my office as soon
as you come in.” it read.
An hour later she rapped on the
door. The Ace pressed the button
which controlled the oak-and-steel
re-enforced structure and it swung
slowly open. She came in and it
closed behind her.
“Sit down, Miss Allen " He waved
her to a seat close to his desk. “I
just wanted to talk to you about
your next contract. You'll get eight
hundred a week instead of five...”
She remained .fa ding. “I might
as well tell you,” she said coldly,
"that I haven’t the slightest inten
tion of re-signing. Ir two weeks
I'll be through here. After that. I'll
be free to do exactly as I please.”
“If it’s more mone. you want...”
The Ace was in a compromising
mood.
“I don’t want another cent of
your rotten money,” Linda thre / at
[him. “I’m through with you and
'your lousy bunch of crooks!”
The Ace rubbed the back -of his
hand across his cheek. “That’s per
fectly all right,” he said, “if that’s
the way you feel about it. I just
thought maybe you'd be a little
more sensible about the whole
thinp ”
"What do ou mean—sensible?”
"Well—” He gestured widely,
“Lots of things might happen that
you never thought of. Like what
happened your good friend, the
young evangelist, the other night.”
Linda said. “So you were the
'brains’ behind that!”
The Ace shrugged nonchanantly.
‘Well look here,” the girl went
on, “you may get away with things
like that now, but you’re not going
to get away with them for long. All
this gang rule, all these shootings
and gun-battles in cold blood have
got to stop. And they will stop!”
The Aoe smiled, "I suppose you’re
vni~» «•« •/> it that the town's
cleaned up,” he said sarcastically.
“Yes, I am!” Linda informed him.
She turned to go. The heavy door
barred her way; it could not be
opened except by the electrical con
trol mechanism on the Ace’s desk.
Linda turned to him. “Come on,
Ace,” she said. “Let me get out of
here.”
The Ace arose and strode slowly
over to her. She backed away. He
stopped, and held out his hands to
her.
“Aw, honey,” he said softly. “I
ain’t gonna hurt you. But no kid
din’, didn'. I give you everything
you ever wanted? Didn’t I take
you up oh. the streets and tv n you
mto a big st: , with your name out
in the lights and all, almost over
night? Where'd you be now if it
wasn’t for me?
He put the money he had just
offered her in his coat pocket and
a necklace of pearls appeared in
his hands. He dropped to his knees
to offer them to her.
“I admit you’ve done a lot for
me,” Linda said. “I’m grateful, real
ly. But I’m tired. I want to get
away from this life before it kills
me.”
“I see.” T e Ace's hands dropped
to his sides. Then he got up and
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