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yi 142. to now dispose of the weapon. If he refuses to let the guard search hin, the penalty will be tre same. “Remove your shirt!” orders Guard Finn. Fontaine obeys. In.so doing he inhales deeply, permitting the knife to drop from its position to his feet. It clinks on the con- crete floor. The guard hears and sees it. Picking it up he looks at it closely, carefully running his finger along its raror-like edge. He directs « reproving look at Fontaine. "All right,” mods Guard Finn. “Go to your o#11i" Fontaine, cursing his luck, passes on to his owl). Just what he expected! be mes. Somebody snitched! Whof Who, he asks] And the penalty, next day, a6 he astends before the Deputy Wardens "Why were you carrying this imife?" “You know, Dep. Why ask me?” retorts Fontaine. "Capone agein, 1 suppose,” romarks the deputy, his method of extracting confessions being amazingly successful. “Damn' right! First chance Z had he'd got it. . . front or back! I tock enough off that deco. And get me, Dep," Fontaine raises a warning finger, “I'll get him yet!" “Oh, no you wont!" admonishes the Deputy Warder. “Says you!" spits Fontaine, his hands resting on the Deputy Warden's desk, his face thrust forward, his eyes blaring. . . a perfect picture of insclence and defiance. “Says Ii" yolle the Deputy Mardex. "For you')] spend the reat of your time in Segregation. Now get out! Take him out?" he yells to the guard standing nearby. Fontaine is led out and Placed in Esolation, there to avait his transfer to Segregation. . . where he is compelled to spend the remainder of his tern. And Capone's life is preserved for further dangers!