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235, esort Capony for u fev deys cince nothing but « pronounced He sot s, L: fact, obsessed with the idea that he can forces Doc te retract his staten:t.e filly, of course, but one carnc’ prevet thouzhts froa developing into hopes. This reninds us that Chevines has crenised to cet Dec's statendnt, and also a copy of the letter informing Capone was to go to atraz. being curious we hang on to Shavings* night ani day. after an uneventful wesk has passed we conclude Shavings has either clandestinel, delivered the statsment to Capone, or could not get At, In ary overt, wo hear no core about it. Runors circulate tat several paces of Doc's stetezent are ris:ing. These rumors cannot be verified as Shavings spends al] hie liesure time with o Tennessee decperado. The friend- ship thet has been propressing for sometime has only recently created coment. “Tennessee” soans to act as Capone's assigned bodyguard for Shavings. Qs The nisht before Shavings is discharged Capone sends for bin’ . for a final conversation. “Tennesse: stands in the background, bis eyes giued uo on Shavings. Doos he suspicion foul play? Suspicion Shavings is being put on the spot? Or, is he party to suspected foul play? One never knows. . » é ’ A prison is a breeding place of intrigues and false friendships. Ones most “ dangerous enemy ocamsionally develops into ones dearest friend. And vice Shavings and Capone, we observe, are engaged in an earnest i ‘conversation. It seens Capone is instructing Shavings what to do after his release. They clasp hands. . . Cepone’s dig, rough hand enclosing Shavings . amall, smooth one. Their eyes seom floating in liquid. We are surprised! Is Capone reall; sentinentel: : The conversation --- the only one Capone held sacred is never repeated! ‘W-utever was ¢aid between them shall always remain a aystery. The bel) sumoning mes in froa stockade that evening rings umewily early. ‘Ae watch Capone and Shavings as they become lost in the crowd of convicts trudging to their cells. . at tines we are apprehensive, Again, certein that no harm fe to befall him. And the night passes into the limbo of the empty past.