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Welfare Island! Joie Rae and his police dog] Drugs} Degeneracy! ‘foment! Favors! Luxury! Comfort! ‘then Capone read of the expose at Welfere Ialand he laughed! Laughed hilariously! ° "Yoitatore!" he shouted, throwing his head baci scornfully. "set, wird of whut I'm doin; and shoot the works. Just like the bunch of punks they arc. sint cot tensc srough to buy the right men, Foo] with chiselers. ; “Kelly's anothor one, dnd Lates and bailey, too. Punts! That's sll. Geta sic ites ond aint got breins enough to work it out. That's what butns sc up! That's wieat galls nef Me, in here, having to sit baci: und read what that dacned toy-gunner tries. Imagine it... 420,000.09, and couldn't oake a getaway! Imucine it)” & Lm ry he trrows the necspapsr on his bunk, he is addressin, his words of derision, stands outside the open cell] door. Capone rises, anger gripping hi: “You know vwhati?" he exclains, conveying the impression he 4s atout to expound a theory. “You mow what! It's a bunch of clucks live that who make it tough for msl Everytine the public reads something like that they think of me. Get worrying whet I get away with. 4ell, Buddy, take it from me --- If 1 have to go to Alcatraz with a bunch of tripe like . that, I'l] heve so Goddamned many men there that it's going to be too bed! I sean it, tool When they think. . . this Uncle Sem of yours, . »« when he thinks ho can match his wits with Scarface Al's, he's got another thought couin’. That's on the lovel. | "and get this. Buddy. I got it straight from Washington, . . Taint coin’ to Alcatraz. That's fixed up. Cummings imows dammed well if he sends m there it means trouble. Plenty trouble! ind Cummings wint food enough to brew trouble, Only throughsignorance will he ship me out thore, Dillinger! Look at Prettyboy Floyai Good guys, “Now loo r * get mot, But they aint got brains) It's trains that pote ® oy over. Holl, yous « « they've got nerve. But ‘what the bate good ts nerre ae you: : : aint got brains to beck it api” oS