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His remark was impersonal. Either Furzman or Graham could have answered him. The big shot was the
one who spoke.

"There's nothing much to say, Wolf," declared Furzman. "Things seem to have gone sour - that's all.
Maybe you didn't plan the job right."

"You been talkin', eh?" Wolf glowered at Graham. "Think because your job went through you've got the
edge on me?"

"Lay off that, Wolf!" growled Furzman. "You're talking to me, see? You said you were coming up here to
tip me off to what queered your game. Spring it."

"Sure, I told you that," agreed Wolf. "Over the phone - after the job was queered and my mob took the
bump. I got plenty to tell you, too - and if this chesty guy had hit what I hit, he'd be cryin' plenty."

Wolf indicated Graham as he spoke.

"That's your way of looking at it, eh?" quizzed Furzman. "Well, Wolf, you've got to show me. The
Parkerside Trust was no tougher than the Terminal National - not as tough, for that matter."

"Maybe not," admitted Wolf, "but I got double-crossed. That makes it different, don't it?"

"Double-crossed? How?"
"I don't know."

"You mean by one of your mob -"

"I don't know. All I can tell you is that some guy got wise - and the job was stacked against me."

"You mean the police -"

"No!" Wolf snarled as he leaned forward in his chair. "The cops - bah - if they'd been wise, we'd have
knowed it. I'll tell you who queered the job - just one guy - The Shadow!"

WOLF'S thrust struck home. Graham Wellerton, staring straight at King Furzman, saw the big shot's lips
twitch. The mere mention of The Shadow's name was enough to cause any big criminal worriment.

"I'm tellin' you straight," insisted Wolf. "If the bank was wise - if the cops was wise - there'd have been
somethin' to show for it. But here's what happened.

"Right inside the bank is an old stairway that goes down to the safe deposits. They blocked it off, see,
when the bank was made bigger. Nothin' but a solid wall down there now.

"The mob goes in. They start to cover the tellers. Then right out from the rail around that old stairway
comes the shots. Pickin' the gang off like they was flies.

"What happens? The customers duck for cover, the tellers an' the watchman yanks out their guns. Half
the mob was crippled - the rest started to scram. The bank boys had the edge. They clipped the outfit."

"The newspapers said nothing about it," interposed Furzman, as Wolf paused. "According to the