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i. - aw - So. Sere ger.” would an army. * * *€ Sienk held the bottle before the . . headlight where all could see. “That's * looking wrapper,” he admit- “-, a f00 424 u-—. - He pulled the wrapper off the bot- | tle and again held it up that the label | might be inspected. “The labels ain’t so good, ” he com- plained, “There’s something about them that looks too new. I was tell- | ing Paddy the other day we ought to make up a Canadian Liquor Commis- sion Stamp.” Marty spoke up: '” three bucks a bottle to the price we could get.’’— Someone tried the side door. All three men whirled sharply. ; “Who is it?” Mart asked throat- ily. Slenk said, “T’ll find out.” “You better shut off them head- lights,” Baer suggested. “Leave them on,” Slenk said, “Wait a minute. This ain’t nothin’,” He walked across the garage and opened the spring lock. Flenger stepped into the place. Slenk kicked the door shut. “Where are they,” Flenger asked, ’ * Péppolipis stated, “We might as ~- capopuplie stated, “We There is | no room for Mitchell, Baer or Flen- : Zuroto laughed softly, “Tt i the . truth. The funny thing about a mur- . . der charge,” he went on, “is that it - - can’t get any worse. You get‘just as | much for bumping one man as you . “It'd add about: - ee ata ares Ft mit! Pty | Before anyoie cou ‘piakee anew the whole world seemed to exp ~~ e “eed “about. them. Dashes of flame cut - through the gloom of the place. Thea — _ terrific roar of shotguns and the mad scream of a machine gun ripped and shattered the silence. - Flenger fell in his tracks. Mitchell reeled back between ‘the glowing headlights of the second truck, spread his arms over the radiator in an ef- fort to keep himself on his feet, then groaned and sagged to the floor. Baer whirled uncertainly, sank to his knees with a curse and hurled the remnant of the whiskey bottle in the had seen. It was Slenk who stood longest ' ggainst the barrage of the rum kill- ars. A shadowy figure started around the end of the second truck. In his handg he carried a baby machine gun, A hoarse laugh crossed his lips. Calm. ‘ly while Slenk watched him, terror in his -eyes, the man lifted the gun, trained it upon him, and again the wild scream of 1,500 shots a minuté tore at the walls of the garage. It was over within a matter of gnann ana Afton thn Ans fawince nnn SCLUHUS, 41LLLGG LUG Ua CIE roar o£ ‘general direction of the last flash he . the guns silence came suddenly. A. whisper here, the scraping of a foot there, hoarse and labored breathing, Then the side door of the building opened again. The calm night ait swept in over four prone figures, Shadowy figures passed through thé door, then along the alley beside thé -garage, finally to leap into a big mo= tor car. =a ss”