The Street with No Name Page #5

It's got to be somebody in my outfit.

- Nobody else knew where that arsenal was hidden.

- You'd better get it out quick.

I'm way ahead of ya.

- When do I get the dope on this?

- It may take a little time.

- I'll call you.

- All right.

Call me at my house.

And hurry it up.

- And don't let that gun out of your sight.

- Just a minute, Stiles.

All right.

- Yes.

- The bullet Cordell sent in.

Hello, Fred.

Get me Gordon, will you?

Yeah. It looks all right.

- Get it off to Washington on the first plane.

- Yes, sir.

- Go ahead, Mr. Briggs.

- What's the latest on Gene?

He went to usual place at 10:00.

Still there.

Everything quiet.

Okay.

You punch-drunk pug, how many times

have I told ya to keep that door shut?

It's freezing in here!

I was gonna do it, Mr. Stiles.

I was gonna do it.

- Who opens?

- I will. A buck.

- Hi, Alec.

- How you doin', boss?

- I'll raise you two. Two pair.

- Aces up.

- Oh, yeah.

- Tough.

- You win the deal.

- About all I win.

Yeah. You can't beat lucky.

- One.

- One.

- He's sure burnin'.

- Yeah. You're not kiddin'.

Hi, Bill.

Hello, boss.

Say, boss,

what happened last night?

Little change of plans.

I sure could've used that basket of lettuce.

That blonde of mine...

- I'm sick of you and your dames.

- Hey, boss. Phone for ya.

What do you open with?

- Yeah?

- Do you know a fighter by the name of George Manly?

- Yeah.

- You shouldn't.

- I'll see that he gets your message.

- You in or out?

- What about that package?

- I'm with you.

- Okay. Meet me at 4:00, same place.

- Too rich for me.

- Ah, you win the deal.

- I win somethin'.

Manly. Tonight.

Keep him on tap.

Check.

Hello, Mr. Demory.

Stiles.

There you are.

You'll get a bonus

for this, Mr. Demory.

Yes, sir.

I'm gonna vote you a great big bonus.

Where's it coming from? With a stoolie

in your outfit, they've got you stopped dead.

All we've got to do is chop this stoolie,

and we're in business again.

You don't know when to stop,

do you, Stiles?

Slot machines. Gambling rackets.

That wasn't enough.

No. You have to take on a bank.

I didn't see you turn down your cut

of the bonds and stuff.

Killing a guard, then following it up

with a couple more murders...

making things tougher all around.

Go ahead. Kill Manly.

Give the F.B.I. an engraved invitation...

to put you in the chair.

- Dead men make bad witnesses.

- Hmm.

And who said I was gonna kill him?

That's where you come in,

Mr. Demory.

- You're out of your mind.

- You know what?

You're gonna be a big hero tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Your name'll be all over the front page.

"Demory gets armed robber. "

"Mayor's little man

wins big police medal. "

- If you think you can mix me up in it...

- Relax, Mr. Demory.

Your hands'll be clean.

The cops'll do the killing.

Let me know

when you start talking sense.

I'm talking it now.

- Now, listen, Stiles.

- I kicked in plenty when I didn't need you.

Always around

for the payoff, weren't you?

Well, you're sticking around

for this payoff. Sit down.

Go on. Sit.

We got a big job

to do tonight.

Now, here's where you come in.

- Hello, Chief.

- You just caught me, Inspector. Hello, Dick.

- Chief.

- What's on your mind?

- A little package of dynamite.

- Well, explode it.

I'd like to read you a report

from one of our agents.

"At 12:
19, Alec Stiles left the rear entrance

of the Dock Street Gym.

"He entered car and proceeded

to Milford and Oak Streets.

"He parked car and walked

to 1680 Oak Street.

"He was admitted by person unknown

at 12:
30 a. m.

He left at 12:
50 a. m."

- Do you happen to know who lives at 1680 Oak Street?

- No.

- Ralph Demory.

- What?

Were you with Demory

all the time last night after he arrived here?

- Just before he went on the raid?

- Yes. Yes, I'm sure I was.

No. Wait. Now I remember.

He went to his office for a few minutes.

"At 9:
55 last night, Stiles

received a phone call. "

- Subsequently, the Willard job was called off.

- Well?

All the facts seem to add up.

Demory's financial status. His bank deposits.

His bond purchases.

Roughly 20 times in excess of his salary.

- I just can't believe that Demory is mixed up in this mess.

- All right.

Perhaps this will convince you.

Our Washington identification division

shows requests...

from your police department

for the records of all these men.

All of them members

of the Stiles gang.

Now, these records, supplied by us,

were then made available to Stiles.

And he used them

to check on prospective gang members.

Is Bryant still there?

Have him come in.

Try and run a police department

with stuff like this going on.

- Yes, sir?

- Hello, Sam.

This is Inspector Briggs of the F.B.I.

Sergeant Bryant.

- How do you do, sir? -

Sergeant. - You know Atkins.

- I sure do. Hello, Dick.

- Sam.

Ever had a request from anyone here

for the records of these men?

I get so many requests, sir.

Let me see.

- Yes. Here's one I checked on today.

- George Manly.

- Today?

- Yes, sir.

- I lifted one of his latent fingerprints off a gun.

- Was that gun a Luger?

- That's right.

- Who asked you to check it?

- Mr. Demory.

- Mr. Demory?

- Yes, sir.

- Were Manly's the only fingerprints you lifted?

No. There were also a couple

of fragmentary prints.

- I identified them as Alec Stiles's.

- Thanks, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, Sergeant?

- Have you got the serial number of that Luger?

- Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Line, please.

This is Mr. Briggs.

Get me the radio room.

Radio room.

- Get me Gordon.

- Yes, sir.

W.F.B.I. calling number six.

W.F.B.I. calling number six.

- Number six.

- Stand by, number six.

- Go ahead, Mr. Briggs.

- Briggs speaking.

Tell Cordell

to get out immediately.

The gang has made him.

He's in great danger.

Cordell's one of our agents.

He's been doing undercover work...

in the Stiles gang

under the name of George Manly.

I see. That certainly

ties Demory in, all right.

- What do you want me to do?

- For the moment, nothing.

We'd better get back to the office.

We're expecting word from Washington.

They may give us the green light

to move in on the Stiles gang.

- Why don't you come with us?

- I want to.

- Good.

- And if you don't mind, I'd like to take Lieutenant Staller too.

- We'll pick him up on the way out.

- Right.

Yeah, yeah?

- Let me talk to George Manly, please.

- Who?

- Oh. Hiya, boys. Come on in.

- Hiya, champ.

- What's the pitch?

- Boss wants to see ya.

Got a little job

on for tonight.

Great.

- Yeah?

- You're wanted on the phone.

Tell 'em I'm all tied up.

- Dames.

- Somethin' classy?

He says he's tied up.

- What's the deal?

- You know the boss.

- Follow that gray car. Quick. F.B.I.

- Yes, sir.

Are we gonna get a briefing,

pick up the guns?

Nope. This is a fast one. Boss'll

give us the lowdown when we get there.

It came up sudden-like.

Take it easy, champ. Relax.

Boss knows what he's doin'.

Mr. Demory.

- Is Chief Harmatz in?

- No, sir.

- Get the night detail together. I just got a tip about a robbery.

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