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the sound from the orchestra.
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that he was in a room similar to
the one he had just left. A few
boxes and empty barrels were the
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another door, however, that was
also partly hidden by a large empty
box. He opened it cautiously and
went into the room.
He stepped on something soft on
the floor. Switching on his light,
he saw that it was a small pack
age with something white spilled
out of a broken end.
Pete picked it up and looked
closely at it. "Cocaine!” he ex
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your racket, Carlson. No wonder
you could afford to offer me eight
grand to lay off. The dope business
brings high profits!”
Looking around, he saw several
boxes containing -imilar packages.
"Holy hell!” Pete mused. “This guy
must supply an awful big market!”
Casting his light around the
room, his eye fell on a shoe stick
ing out from behind a box. He
wouldn’t have noticed it only it was
sticking straight up!
Instantly, Pete became alert.
Surely there was a man behind
that box or else the shoe wouldn't
be sticking out in that position.
He switched off his light and
cautiously began to work his way
around -o that he would be able
to see behind the box.
Having reached the position he
desired, he switched on his light,
his gun held steadily in his right
hand. The light showed him a
man lying in a sprawling position,
his eyes closed as if he were asleep.
"A devil of a place to sleep,” Pete
muttered to himself, wondering
whether to try and awake the man
or let him alone.
Then it struck him that there
was something unnatural about the
man. Somehow, he didn’t look like
he was breat’ ing. Cautiously he
moved closer. What he saw sent
a cold chill up and down his spine.
A knife was buried to the hilt in
the man's chest!
For a few minutes Pete gazed at
the man, horrified. There was no,
doubt that the man was dead, for,
the knife was stuck in his left
chest over the heart. But who had1
killed him? He went over the man,
and felt his wrist. “Damn!” Pete
exclaimed. The body was still i
warm! The murderer might still
be somewhere there in the room,
Pete thought suddenly. Impul
sively he stood up. As he did so,
the room was flooded with light.
Four men stood in the room. All
had guns pointed straight at him
If the dead man had gotten up.
Pete wouldn’t have been any more
surprised than he was then.
“Well, here we are again," Carl
son greeted him. “What’s the lit
tle detective up to now?”
Pete secovered himself and walk
ed over to the men, seemingly un
conscious of the fact that their
guns were still pointed toward his
abdomen.
“Well, Carlson,” he drawled. “It
looks like I have finally got the
goods on you.”
“You got me?” Carlson laughed.'
“Hell, feller, does it look like you
got me?” Here he indicated the
guns of the men beside him.
“Sure,” Pete replied easily. “You
and your bad pups, too.” '
“Hell, Carlson,” Jones spat vi
ciously, “let’s bump this bastard
off an' git it over with.”
“Wait!” Carlson commanded, go
ing over to where the dead man lay.
“Look, it's Red. Somebody got him
with a knife!” He exclaimed.
“This guy done it!” a little dark,
man said sharply out of the comer'
of his mouth.
mere was some muttering and
nasty looks cast at Pete. He saw
that he was in a tight place. From
the wgy Carlson was grinning at
him, he know Carlson knew some
thing about why the man had been
killed and by whom.
“I found that man here,” Pete
said with attempted indifference.
“Someone had already knifed him.”
“Yeah?” Carlson queried, coming
closer to P;te. “Now, I guess you
are willing to talk sense. We all
know you killed Red, but we can
all forget it, too; that is, if you
forget what you know about us.
And the money still goes with the
bargain,” he added.
“What are you talking about,
Carlson? You can’t frame that
killing on me!” Pete snapped.
"Why not? There are four of
us to say we saw you do it.”
“Well, if you do,” Pete said sav
agely, “you’ll do it from behind the
bars, Carlson. I got the low-down
on you now, and you’re through.
Do you get that? You’re through!”
At a signal from Carlson, one
man grabbed Pete’s gun and the
other two grabbed his arms. In a
few minutes he was securely tied.
“What the hell are you trying to
do, Carlson?” Pete asked angrily.
“You can't do anything to me and
get away with it. Hell, I work for
too big a company.”
“Shut up, bo!” Jones sneered
wickedly, hitting him in the mouth
with his fist.
“And you,” Pete Went on, spit
ting out blood, “I’m going to whip
that monkey head of yours down to
a frassle when I get loose.”
Jones hit him again.
Lets give him the works, Carl
son,” one of the men said darkly.
“I'll take a chance on it.”
“No,” Carlson answered, “that
won't do. Wait!” He exclaimed1
suddenly: “I got it! Well shoot
him with Red s gun and claim that
he and Red killed each other!”
“Is that the best you can do?”
Pete sneered.
Jones hit him again, grinning
darkly, “Why is it, bo, I git sich a
helluva kick outa smashing you?”
he asked.
“You're too dumb for anything
else!” Pete flung at him.
He was rewarded by another blow
from Jones.
“Hell, ain’t this bo cock"”” he
grinned delightedly.
"Red s gun ain’t on him,” the
small dark man said after a brief
search through the dead man’s
clothes.
“It’s over town at his room, then,”
another man, named Smith, said
suddenly.
“We've got to have Reds gun,”
Carlson said decisively, “because
it’s the only one of its kind in Pair
view. Say, Smith, take my car
and go get his gun. Be careful no
body sees yo get it. And hurry
back!”
“You’ll never get away with it,
Carlson!" Pete said savagely at the
man.
“Are you still refusing my offer?”
“Hen, yes!” Pete snapped.
“What are you squawking about,
then?” Carlson replied. “You had
your chance to play the game.
Leave him here, felkrs, and let’s go
up and get a drink while we’re wait
ing for Smith,” he added, inspect
ing the ropes on Pete’s hands and
feet.
"Bring me a bottle of milk.” Pete
instructed.
"Sure. Anything to please you,”
Carlson grinned. They left the
room, locking the door behind them.
"Well,” Pete said to himself,
“you’ve £>ui got yourself in one hell
of a mess.”
• * *
After Pete had left Sally's home
that afternoon, she went for a
walk in the park. The air had
cooled her temper and anger won
derfully. She couldn't rid her mind
of what Pete had said about Carl
son. She had no idea that Carl
son was in anyway connected with
anything unlawful. He had given
her the impression that Pete was
deliberately trying to make trouble
for him. Now that she had heard
Pete’s side of the story, she was a
trifle confused. Pete wouldn't have
been sent on this job if there had
n't been something wro rg. After
all, it was Pete's job to get to the
bottom of the thing. She felt a
warm glow of admiration for Pete
and the way he was determined to
carry out his orders, in spite of
what she had said. Che knew she
had no business trying to butt in
on his work, even if Carlson had
asked her to.
The more she thought over it, the
more Sally wanted to go to Pete
and tell him that she understood
and was with him to the end.
She had just discovered that she
loved him Loved him r-ore than
anything else in the world!
The sudden realization of it
caused a queer little feeling to rise
in her breast. A fear that she
had already lost him!
She called up his hotel, but he
had gone out She hardly knew
what to do. She did know, how
ever, that she wanted to be near
Pete, and that she couldn't rest
until she had gotten to him
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him out at the Black an*’ Tan
Club. Hailing a taxi, sh* was scon
on her way.
She hurried into the *oad house
and saw Carlson and two other
men come froi a smal1 door at one
end of ‘he roomf.'
He saw her and came toward her.
The other two men went back to
the bar.
“Hullo there, Sally,” Carlson
greeted her. "What’s happened?
you look as if you had found a pot
of gold.”
She wanted to tell him that she
had found out something far more
important to her. Instead, she
U ughed and said: “I’m looking for
Pete.”
“I wouldn’t ’ bother with that
cocky bull-headed devil if I were
you, Sally,” Carlson replied. “He
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