“As madam
of Chicago’s most exclusive brothel, it wasn’t often that Minna felt at a
disadvantage but she did sitting in Madam Julie’s Shanghai Club. “I have a
client who wants to be entertained by one of your girls,” she said.
“And that
girl is?”
“Suzy Poon
Tang.”
Madam
Julie smiled and nodded. “Suzy is very popular and brings in a lot of
business.”
“Mr.
Smith, as he calls himself, is only in town for a short time and he’s become
comfortable at the Everleigh Club, plus, he likes our food. Our arrangement
would be temporary and we will, of course, compensate you.”
The Madam
rang a small bell and asked that Suzy join them.
Suzy was
in her mid-twenties, about five-foot two and 110 pounds. Her thick, black hair
was cut short and parted in the middle. She had dimpled cheeks and, other than
lipstick, wore very little makeup. Her small firm breasts and slightly rounded
buttocks created a perfect hourglass figure. She smiled showing perfect white
teeth. Suzy had a reputation among both men and women.
Minna sent
word to Mr. Smith, the New York millionaire and offered use of the Japanese
Parlor. The next day they were gone.
“How did
Suzy and Mr. Smith make out,” Minna was asked at breakfast the next day.
“Apparently
better than we anticipated,” Ada Said. “They eloped.
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“The
store’s front door opened and a short, balding man carrying a medical bag came
in. Before he could say a word, Mr. Money hailed him. “Doc, you gotta do
something about this here tooth. I’m in a pain even whiskey can’t cure.”
“Well,
that is bad, then, isn’t it?” said the doctor with a twinkle in his eye. He put
his medical bag on the counter, opened it, and took something out. “I’m going
to get right to work and I’ll have that tooth out quick as you can say John
Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt.”
Mr. Money
eyed the shiny object. “What’s that, Doc?”
“It’s a
dental key. Now, stay where you are and open wide so I can see what miscreant
molar is causing you pain.” After a few “ums” and “I sees,” the doctor tapped a
tooth. Mr. Money gave a howl and sat bolt upright.
“Holy
crawdad, Doc, that hurt,” he said and tears poured down his cheek.
“I imagine
it does. That’s as rotten a gnasher as I’ve ever seen. But I’ll have it out
lickety split.”
“Well,
now, mebbe it ain’t so bad after all.”
“Nonsense,
man, the tooth’s gotta come out. It’s probably septic already.” He held up a
peculiar looking instrument. “It’s mostly for lockjaw patients, holds their
mouth open so I can get some food down ‘em, but I use it for extractions, too.”
With practiced hands, the doctor pinched Mr. Money’s nose shut and grabbed is
chin. Unable to breath, Mr. Money had to open wide, where upon, Dr. Spinning
shoved the mouth gag in place. Then he straddled his patient’s chest and
applied the forceps. “Did this very same procedure last week using a bullet
mold.”
“Oh,
dear,” said Mrs. Money. “I’ll get some sal volatile.”
“He won’t
like this next part any better.” The doctor retrieved his medical bag, took out
a small glass tube and opened a jar. He fished around and then held up
something slimy. “It’s a Dalmatian bloodsucker. Best there is. Now, look here,
I’m going to put the little guy in this tube.” He handed Mrs. Money the tube.
“You just hold it right there on the gums where they’re all red and nasty
looking and the leech will eat all that bad tissue away.” The doctor wiped off
his tools, put them back in his bag, and pushed open the door. “I’ll be back
and check on the job. Hold on as best as you can to the tube, leeches love to
make a run for it right down the throat”
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“He was an
avid reader who liked to live among scholarly people; he preferred peace and
quiet, art and good companions; he owned several volumes of rare books, visited
used bookstore in the cities he traveled through; collected rare coins and
corresponded with other numismatics; he liked golf, nightclubbing and dancing;
and in his book, Persons in Hiding, J. Edgar Hoover called him, “the
shrewdest, most resourceful intelligent and dangerous in existence.”
“Send me
to Alcatraz; all my friends are there.” Ed Bentz
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