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Gordon snapped his head up to see Izzy standing there. He realized he'd been a lot less cautious than he'd thought. Izzy grinned at his confusion. "I got enough out of the Mother to case the pitch," he said. "I knew I was right when I spotted the apeman carrying a guy with a bad shoulder away from here. Jurgens' punks, eh?" "Thanks for coming. What's it going to cost me?"
He gave the old guy his money back!" They took Bruce Gordon's testimony, and sent him home. Jurgens was waiting for him when he came on the beat. From his look of having slept well, he must have been out almost as soon as he was booked.
Years ago, I had a flask of poison gas attached, in case a gang should ever squeeze me out." In the filthy rooms above, Gordon found the corpses about fifteen of them, and some former members of the Jurgens organization. He found the apelike bodyguard stretched out on a bunk, a vacant smile on his face.
"What does your boss Jurgens figure on doing, punk? Taking over all the rackets for the whole city?" The dark face snarled, while the giant moved a step forward. Then he shrugged. "Okay, Fatty. So Jurgens is behind it. So now you know. And I'm doubling your assessment, right now. To you, it's " A heavy hand fell on the man's shoulder, and Mother Corey leaned forward slightly.
He pitched the giant out overhanded; holding the entrance, he reached for the dark man with one hand and tossed him on top of the giant. "To me, it's nothing," he called out. "Take these two back to young Jurgens, boys, and tell him to keep his punks out of my house." The entrance snapped shut then, and Corey turned back to Gordon, wiping the wisps of hair from his face.
Two other men stood behind Gordon, while Jurgens explained that he didn't like being interrupted on business calls "about the Mayor's campaign, or anything else," and that next time there'd be real hard feelings. Gordon was surprised when he wasn't beaten, but not when the racketeer suggested that any money found at a crime was evidence and should go to the police.
So let us have no more of your tricks, or you will quite spoil your vacation by being very ill indeed." "But I had thought all emperors were human!" said Florimel, in a flutter of blushing penitence, exceedingly pretty to observe. "Even so, sweetheart, all emperors are not Jurgens," he replied, magnificently.
You were trying to kill me then, so you burned it to keep Jurgens from getting it and putting the finger on me! Where is it, Sheila? On you?" She backed away, biting her lips. "No, Bruce. I burned it. I don't know why. I just did! No!" She turned toward the door as he pushed up from the bed, but his arm caught her wrist, dragging her back.
Watching the operation was Jurgens; it was obvious that his hoodlums had been hired for the job. Toward the edge of the dome, where Mother Corey's place was, the narrower streets were filling with the gangs, already half-drunk and marching about with their banners and printed signs. Curiously enough, all the gangs weren't working for Wayne's re-election.
D'you think I'd I'd One room in the place with a decent door, and you can't see why I'd choose that room to keep Jurgens' devils back. You You " He'd been searching the room, but there was no sign of the notebook there. He checked again to see that the wire was tight, and then picked up the two henchmen who were showing some signs of reviving. "I'll watch them," a voice said from the door.
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