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DOOM FOR THE GROOM all these things against my orders. Right?” “Yes, sir.” “Oh, V’ll admit it was pretty smooth police work. Scott had himself a good deal. He was getting paid on both ends of the line. The company paid him to manage the outfit, and the gangsters paid him to tip them off on when to pull the robberies. Then things got fouled up when Red and Sam had falling out. Sam went to Scott and threatened to tell the police if he didn’t pay off. That spurred Scott into action. He knew about the deal between Sam and Kay, so he used that to cover up the murder he had committed. Scott was the one who called Kay and told her to come to the Elite Hotel. “But what climaxed the whole works was when Red called Scott to identify you. Scott saw Kay there, too, and told Red that she’d have to get the same medicine you were going to get because he realized that eventually she’d find out about him. Red said no, that he wanted her for his playmate. So Scott bumped him to preserve his safety. DID YOU KNOW it is (or was) AGAINST THE LAW- 59 “Yep, you uncovered all that infor- mation. We can even be on the lookout for that Miami gang if they start to move in here. But the fact remains that you did all these things against my orders. Now I ask you: what should I do about it?” The cold-hearted, crummy bum, Rick thought. Bitterly he said, “I don’t know.” McKinney pushed to his feet, grin- ning. “I’ll think of something after you get your promotion. Now, get out of here and don’t let me see you for two weeks.” Rick went out of there, smiling and thinking what a wonderful guy McKin- ney was. He met Kay in front of head- quarters where she had been waiting, and together they found a cab and climbed into it. “Step on it, mac,” he told the driver. “This is an emergency.” The driver nodded. “Sure, but where to?” Rick settled back with Kay in his arms. “Where do you think? The near- est preacher!” eee TO whistle at pretty girls in PEKIN, ILLINOIS? TO trap mice without a hunting license in CLEVELAND, OHIO? FOR dogs to fight with one another in SALIDA, COLORADO? TO annoy squirrels in TOPEKA, KANSAS? TO keep a lion as a pet in ALDERSON, WEST VIRGINIA? TO kiss in public in EGYPT? TO sell meat on the Sabbath in COLUMBUS, OHIO? TO smoke in bed in SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA? TO bathe on Sunday in MASSACHUSETTS? TO bet on the outcome of an election in KANSAS? FOR women to drive chariots in ROME? FOR men with mustaches to kiss anybody in INDIANA? —Joseph C. Stacey CoOnniclooo (C(O) im