"...Speaking of keeping a gun handy around the car reminds me of one time when I was sitting in a barbershop more or less cheerfully submitting to the tonsorial groomings and loquacious wanderings of a scissors wielding barberman. My attention was attracted to my car, parked on the opposite side of the avenue. A neatly dressed, youngish individual was surveying it with an appraising and apparently approving air. He walked around the shiny new bus, glanced in all the windows, tried all the doors, shot a quick glance up and down the street and then partially raised the hood. Evidently he thought better of that and finally gained the sidewalk again. After another futile try at the nearest door he ambled off down the street. I said nothing to my garrulous hair mechanic, but continued to keep an eye on things across the street. I thought maybe my car-admiring friend might return.
"He did not. The distance from the door of the barbershop to the driver's seat of my gas buggy was about a hundred feet, at which range I'll guarantee to hit the palm of your hand at least ten times in ten shots. Playing the role of the detached spectator, I was almost sorry the doors of my brand new auto were locked. Had that nattily attired young thug opened the door of my car and eased himself under the wheel preparatory to going South with ye ...'s sole means of transportation, I'd have notched his ear with a .44/40 slug, so help me Hannah!"
Anybody have a guess as to which old-time gun writer authored this excerpt from a book he wrote?