Private Detective 62 Page #5

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Hello, boss?

Yeah... yeah, I got it.

Yeah. You mean Free?

Say!

Okay, okay, boss, I'll be there.

- What did you do with the gun?

- The gun?

Oh, why... I dropped it in an ash can

on the way out.

Well...

What are you going to do?

Let's see if we can't recover that gun.

And I'll have a look at the house.

Come on.

There it is in the middle of the next block.

Right in front of that iron fence.

Suppose you wait in this drugstore.

I'll pull right up the house

and pick you up in a few minutes.

You don't think I ought to go with you?

No, you wait here.

Just pull up in the middle

of the next block.

- Wait for me here.

- Right.

Well?

- What'll it be?

- Oh... chocolate soda.

He's dead alright.

Didn't you tell me he that fell

directly in front...

of the Chinese cabinet where

the safe is?

- Yes.

- And that the money was just beside him?

Yes... why?

I think you'd better go straight home

and wait there until you hear from me.

But, Don, shouldn't we notify

the police?

Let me handle this. A detective

has his uses after all.

Now, don't worry.

I'll call you a taxi.

Listen I'm telling you, I ain't hopped up.

He's dead, you understand, dead!

Alright, I just want to be sure.

Now listen to me. You beat it

over to Valentini's, you hear?

Be seen talking to some of them

mugs over there.

Now, you gotta set

your alibi, so careful.

Just stay in circulation.

And lay off that snow

till this gets cold.

- Get me?

- Yeah.

But you gotta stand by me now.

Hey, you...

I got an important call to make.

Are you gonna be there all day?

Okay, boss.

Crock!

Well...

I thought if I waited around here

long enough you'd show up again.

Did you take that run-out powder

on me just now...

...because you didn't like my face?

- What do you mean?

- Don't be as dumb as you look.

I told you to wait for me down at the

village about an hour ago. Why didn't you?

How would I know you was coming back?

I've been gypped like that before.

Is that so?

Well maybe you can tell me where you

drove the guy that came out of that house.

The one that was in such a rush

he couldn't call a cab of his own.

- I don't get you.

- No?

I'll say it in English this time.

I want to know where you

drove that guy.

I don't remember.

Let's take a little drive

down to headquarters.

Maybe it'll help you jazz up

your memory.

- Oh, a dick, huh?

- Right.

How would I know you was a dick?

Say, I don't want no trouble.

He said he was in some kind of jam...

so I run him over to Frank Valentini's

speak over on 3rd street.

What did he look like?

I didn't get much of a look,

he was in a rush.

Medium-sized guy, tough looking,

and nervous, like a snowbird.

Okay, let's get going to Valentini's.

Hello, Whitey.

Hello.

What's the matter? You look

as if you were seeing a ghost.

I don't feel so good.

Too bad.

Funny I was thinking about you

just today,

wondering why I hadn't seen you around.

Been out of town.

I only got back a few minutes ago.

Lucky I happened to run into you.

I want to have a little talk with you.

What do you want to talk about?

Let's go in the back room

and sit down.

They tell me that a 45 slug makes a hole

about the size of a half dollar.

A hole the size of a half dollar

would let quite a lot of air...

into your middle, wouldn't it, Whitey?

I told you ten times I don't know nothing

from what you're talking about!

Listen, you ain't got nothing on me,

now lay off!

I'm beginning to lose patience.

If you don't open up pretty quick, I'm

gonna let you have it right under the table.

I'll rip a hole in you big enough to drive

a paw through it, and I'm not playing.

I'm going to give you the count of three,

and if you don't talk...

I swear, I swear,

I don't know what you mean!

You're yellow, Whitey, yellow!

That's why you missed when you put

the finger on me over at Bandor's place.

But I'm closer to you

than you were to me.

And I'll take what's left of you

down to the morgue...

and throw it on a cold wet slab

with the other stiffs.

And your dame will weep

and tear her heart out....

for a lug so dumb that he wouldn't talk

when he had the chance.

One..

two...

Quit it, put it away!

I'll talk, honest I'll talk.

- I'm telling you I'll talk!

- You'd better start because I'm in a hurry.

Alright, I did it. I did it, alright,

but it wasn't my idea.

He called me just a few minutes

before you come...

and he told me you was coming

and that I'd better let you have it good.

Who told you?

Hurry, will you?

It may be Mr. Free.

I'm Mr. Hogan. I gotta see

Miss Reynolds right away.

- Come right in, I'll call her.

- Oh, Mr. Hogan...

- Has something happened?

- I'm afraid it has, Miss Reynolds.

Unfortunately you were seen

leaving Bandor's place,

and by the wrong man.

What can be done?

Well, that's why I rushed over here.

One of Bandor's mob, a guy named

Bert Hess,

was on his way to Bandor's when he saw

you run out of the house.

I only got the word an hour ago.

I've just left him over at my office.

Now we gotta stop that guy

from going to the police...

and what's worse, from tipping off

the rest of the mob.

- But how?

- That's the point. There's just one way.

Cash. And I don't mean petty cash.

If the cops come for you,

you'll face a prejudiced jury.

If Bandor's mob comes for you,

it'll be even worse.

Now we gotta pay that egg

to hold his tongue.

Of course, pay him.

Pay anything he wants.

He wants $25.000

and he won't take $24.990.

I'll do anything at all you say.

Then we gotta work fast, because

he's given me just 40 minutes...

to come up here and get the dough.

- Will he take a check?

- I'll make him!

How shall I make it out?

I wouldn't make it out all just yet.

- Oh, Don, I'm so glad you've come.

- So am I.

- Hiya, Dan.

- Why...

Why, I...

You seem surprised to see me.

I was seen leaving Bandor's house

by one of his men.

- Mr. Hogan just talked to him.

- Hm.

That's the reason you're

writing out a check, huh?

Suppose I drop by for that a little

later on, Miss Reynolds.

I got an appointment.

Say, I just heard a story that I think

will interest you.

Sit down, won't you?

Take it easy, Dan.

I just heard this.

It seems that a certain rather wealthy

young woman in this town...

has been visiting one of these

gambling joints lately...

where she won a lot of money...

about $50.000.

It seems the owner of the gambling house

didn't want to pay up.

So he arranged with a firm of private

detectives to try to get something on her...

so that in case he wanted to run out on her

debt she couldn't squawck, you understand.

But the detective agency wasn't able

to get anything on her.

And when the time came

for the gambler to pay up...

he and his detective friend cooked up

a little scheme to frame the girl.

They knew she carried a gun.

so they managed to take the bullets

out of it and load it with doctored shells.

Then the gambler tricked the girl

into a situation at his apartment...

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