IT strikes me as a little too convenient for Little Hawk that he can just willy-nilly assert that there is no record of Chongo's birth. Chongo parades around Chicago packing heat and buyiong booze and chasing broads. But ask him to answer up about who he is and where his family is and, oh my, nobody knows!!

I'll tell you why Chongo and Little Hawk have dreamed up this little conspiracy of unknowness. It's a cover up so Chongo doesn't have to be publicly embarrassed by the truth. Yes, the truth!! The truth about abandoning his aged mother in a cold water walkup flat in the Chicago slums, with a baby sister barely able to walk and no visible means of support. The truth about breaking his mother's heart, and his sister's heart, and leaving them both to starve so he could go play fly-by-night, drink whiskey and act tough in nightclubs. When he was knocking down enough dough guarding speakeasy delivery trucks to buy new fedoras and trench-coats and drink good bourbon, he ignored his starving mother and baby sister Chinga. Finally out of desperation, Chinga started turning tricks to keep body and soul together and pay the rent. That one's own family should be driven to such desperate straits is shameful, not to say sinful, but Chongo wants it all swept under the carpet.