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MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THUGS IN THE NIGHT
? CHAPTER II. RACKETEERS DISAGREE
? CHAPTER III. A STRANGE MEETING
? CHAPTER IV. "KILLER" DURGAN
? CHAPTER V. MARSLAND MAKES AN ACQUAINTANCE
? CHAPTER VI. CLIFF MAKES PROGRESS
? CHAPTER VII. MAGNATES CONFER
? CHAPTER VIII. AT THE CLUB DRURY
? CHAPTER IX. GUNS PLAY
? CHAPTER X. ERNIE COMPLETES PLANS
? CHAPTER XI. THE BLOW-OFF
? CHAPTER XII. KILLER DURGAN LEARNS THE NEWS
? CHAPTER XIII. THE SHADOW IS REPAID
? CHAPTER XIV. GRISCOM SEEKS AID
? CHAPTER XV. CRANSTON ACTS
? CHAPTER XVI. AT THE BROOKLYN DOCK
? CHAPTER XVII. THE THEATER TRAGEDY
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE SHADOW KNOWS
? CHAPTER XIX. THE FINAL THREAT
? CHAPTER XX. DEATH AND THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XXI. THE FINAL RECKONING
? CHAPTER XXII. RACKETS DOOMED
CHAPTER I. THUGS IN THE NIGHT
SIX men sat sullen and silent in the old touring car as it rumbled swiftly through the night-shrouded street.
With curtains tightly drawn, the car twisted between elevated pillars, turned sharply to the right, and then,
skidding, slued about, broadside to the road, before a row of sinister-looking houses.

The heavy-set man, who sat beside the driver up front, grunted. His coat collar was turned up. His hat
was jammed over his eyes; his right hand, plunged deep in one pocket, closed tightly about a hard metal
object.

"This is good enough," he muttered.

Understandingly, the driver snapped off the ignition switch and turned off the lights.

One of the others cautiously opened a back door. "I'm gonna dump Louie," came a whisper.

The big man twisted thick shoulders, leaned back, and spoke rapidly from one side of his mouth:

"Louie stays right where he is. How you had the brains to live this long, stops me. All you gotta do is to
dump Louie here and every flatfoot in town'll be on our trail. You'll spoil the whole racket for us and for
Tim.

"It don't take more brains than these dumb cops got to figure Louie was trying to muscle into our dough.