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ve 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 Snhales deeply, permitting the knife to drop from its position to his feet. It clinks on the con- erete floor. The guard hears and sees it. Picking it up he looks at it closely, carefully running his finger along its razor-like edge. He directs a reproving look et Fontaine. . "411 right,” nods Guard Finn. “Go to your ceil!" Fontaine, cursing his luck, passes on to his o#ll. Just what he expected! he mea. Somebody anitched! Whof Who, he asks! And the penalty, next day, as he atands before the Deputy Wardens “Why were you carrying thie knife?" "You know, Dep. Why ask ef" retorts Fontaine. "Capone agein, I suppose,” remarks the deputy, his method of extracting confessions being emazingly successful. “Damn' right! First ohance I had he'd got it. - » front or back! I took enough off that daco. And get me, Dep,” Pontaine reises « warning finger, “I'll get him yet!" “Oh, no you wont!” admonishes the Deputy Warden. : "Says youl" spits Fontaine, his hands resting on the Deputy ‘Marden's desk, his face thrust forward, his eyes blazing. . . © perfect pioture of insolence end defiance. “Says Ii" yells the Deputy Warden. “For you'll spend the rest of your tine in Segregation. How get out! Take him out!" he yells to the guard standing nearby. fontaine is led out and placed in Ksolation, there to await his transfer to Segregation. . . where he is compelled to spend the remainder of his term. And Cepore's life is preserved for further dangers!