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SYNDICATE OF SIN
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. SNATCH EXPERTS
? CHAPTER II. DEATH RIDDLE
? CHAPTER III. GUN TRAP
? CHAPTER IV. THE VANDERPOOL GALLERIES
? CHAPTER V. THE RED-HAIRED GIRL
? CHAPTER VI. A GIFT FOR TONY
? CHAPTER VII. FUGITIVES FROM HELL
? CHAPTER VIII. A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE
? CHAPTER IX. A SNEAK RAID
? CHAPTER X. DOUBLE DOOM
? CHAPTER XI. ROGUE VS. ROGUE
? CHAPTER XII. TRIPLE PLAY
? CHAPTER XIII. PUPPETS OF THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XIV. ENTER THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XV. CRIME'S CONQUEROR

CHAPTER I. SNATCH EXPERTS
IT wasn't a pleasant night for driving. The wind was cold. Drops of rain spattered occasionally on the
windshield of the black sedan.

The two men in the car didn't seem to mind. The streets they drove through looked deserted. The threat
of rain had driven most of the tenement dwellers indoors.

It was a set-up that suited Bobo and Sam. Unless they were dumb, there wouldn't be any trouble. The
boss didn't want trouble tonight. He wanted two quick snatches.

"The first pickup ought to be a cinch," Bobo said, under his breath.

"Watch it!" Sam cautioned. "Here's the street."

The car turned a corner. A drugstore was there. A man was lounging in front of it.

The man on the corner recognized the black sedan. He remained where he was while the car rolled
slowly down the street.

It halted presently. Bobo and Sam got out.

A few doors from the parked car was a shabby brick rooming house. It was a hangout for petty crooks.

Bobo and Sam walked quietly up the front stoop. The vestibule door didn't give them any trouble. The
hallway inside had just enough light from a dim ceiling bulb to pass an occasional tenement-house
inspection.

The two snatch experts didn't monkey with the dim light. They faded behind the dark overhang of the