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The unusual criminal is often that much the easier to run down. It narrows the number of suspects." "Well," rejoined Carton, not as confident now as when he had first met us in the laboratory, "then there is a possible suspect a fellow known in the underworld as 'Dopey' Jack Jack Rubano. He's a clever fellow no doubt.
Carton, his assistants, and Kennedy now vigorously proceeded in a sort of kid glove third degree, without getting any further than convincing themselves that Rubano genuinely did not know. "But the stenographer," reiterated Carton, returning to the line of attack which he had temporarily abandoned. "Something became of her.
Kahn bowed and smiled ingratiatingly. "Mr. Carton," he began in a conciliatory tone, "I have intruded on your valuable time in the interest of my client, Mr. Jack Rubano." "Huh!" grunted Carton. "So they've retained you, have they, Ike?" he mused familiarly, closely regarding the visitor. Kahn, far from resenting the familiarity, seemed rather to enjoy it and take it as his due measure of fame.
She disappeared and even her family haven't a trace of her, nor any other institutions in the city. We've got something on you, there, Rubano." Jack laughed. "Mr. Carton," he answered easily, "the police put me through the mill on that without finding anything, and I don't believe you have anything.
I shall be glad to meet some of them at this bar in the near future." The justice paused, then extended a long, lean accusatory finger out from the rostrum at the gangster. "Rubano," he concluded, "your crime is particularly heinous debauching the very foundations of the state the elections. I sentence you to not less than three nor more than five years in State's prison, at hard labour."
Murtha shook hands with us suspiciously, but did not sit down. He continued to stand, his hat tilted back over his head and his huge hands jammed down into his trousers pockets. "What's this I hear about Jack Rubano, Carton?" he opened fire. "They tell me you have arrested him and secured an indictment." "They tell the truth," returned Carton shortly.
"New York'll be no place for me, Mr. Carton, after this. You've got to keep your word and smuggle me out. South Africa, you know you promised." "I'll keep my word, Rubano, too," assured Carton. "The nerve of that fellow. Where's Kennedy?" We looked about. Craig had slipped out quietly during the telephone conversation. Before we could start a search for him, he returned.
Murtha smothered his rage, although I knew he would with pleasure have had us stuck up or blackjacked. "See here, Carton." he blurted out at length, approaching the desk of the District Attorney and lowering his big voice as much as he was capable, "can't we reach some kind of agreement between ourselves? You let up on Rubano and well, I might be able to get some of my friends to let up on Carton.
That ought to please you, it will mean cutting down the number of those East Side 'rackets' considerably if we succeed with him." "Good!" she exclaimed. "Yes, I don't think there were any worse affairs than the dances of that Jack Rubano Association. They have got hold of more young girls and caused more tragedies than any other gang. If you need any help in getting together evidence, Mr.
"That's it," agreed Carton. "He has never got it out of his head that Kahn swung the case against him and I've been careful not to dwell on the truth of that Kahn episode." Carton led us into his main office, where Rubano was seated with two of Carton's assistants who were quizzing him industriously and obtaining an amazing amount of information about gang life and political corruption.
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