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a waiting game, played by a cagey crew. It wouldn't be good policy, Luskin, for you to be seen around
the town of Glenwood.тАЭ

LUSKIN's fingers clawed at the arm chair. The man showed a furious anxiety. He moved his lips to
begin a protest, when Mallet intervened.

тАЬDon't get me wrong,тАЭ smiled the racketeer. тАЬYou'll be in on the moneyтАФin advance. Suppose, Luskin,
that I offered you solid cash. Real doughтАФtonightтАФfor the information that you've given me.

тАЬThat will let you keep away from Glenwood. You can beat it from New York. When the raid comes,
nobody will know where you areтАФтАЭ

Mallet paused. Luskin's eyes were gleaming. The traitor to his former master was drinking in the scheme
with eagerness. Mallet waited for the reply. It came.

тАЬHow much?тАЭ questioned Luskin, hoarsely.

тАЬFifty thousand dollars,тАЭ replied Mallet, quietly.

Luskin sat back in his chair. His hands relaxed. His eyes half closed at this vision of wealth without crime.
His head nodded as a smile showed upon his lips.

тАЬA deal then,тАЭ agreed Mallet. тАЬThe cash is yours, Luskin. You're getting plenty and I'm taking all the
chances. You've told me everything you know?тАЭ

тАЬEverything,тАЭ nodded Luskin, opening his eyes to stare squarely at the questioner. тАЬEverything I know.
All you'll need to know. There's a millionтАФmaybe moreтАФand it's worth what you're paying. But you're
right about my being nervous. I want to get out of it. Give me the fifty thousand dollarsтАФтАЭ

тАЬPositively,тАЭ assured Mallet. He picked up the telephone and continued as he dialed a number. тАЬI don't
keep big sums here in my apartment, Luskin. I'm calling up the man who has itтАФтАЭ

Mallet broke short as a voice came over the wire. Luskin and Speedy watched the racketeer as he
spoke greetings to the man at the other end.

тАЬBring it,тАЭ ordered Mallet, tersely. тАЬHalf an hour.тАЭ

A smile flickered on Speedy Tyron's lips as the lieutenant watched the steady face of Mallet Haverly.
Luskin did not observe Speedy's smile. Hence he gained no suspicion of what was in the lieutenant's
mind.

Speedy Tyron had heard Mallet Haverly make such calls in the past. He realized now that his chief had
not gone loco. Speedy Tyron knew that Luskin would never see the money offered him as the price of
treachery!

CHAPTER II. FROM THE UNDERWORLD
WHILE Mallet Haverly was making terms in his garish uptown apartment, lesser men of crime were
holding confab in a less pretentious establishment. Gangsters of ill repute were gathered in an underworld
dive known as the Black Ship.