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cops that I was the one who gave him the knockout drops."

"I'll take care of him as soon as I get into Mercy Hospital. What I do to him will show Hanson Bartley I
mean business. It will bring police in a hurry. And it will get rid of them just as quickly. Because this is
one murder that will be impossible for anyone on earth to prove!"

"Just a natural death, huh?"

"They won't even be able to prove that," the boss said. "All they'll ever know is that the man is dead. I'm
going to hand the medical examiner a crime impossible to solve."

There was a vicious conceit in his voice. "You know exactly what to do?"
"Yeah. I wait for a phone call."

"Very well."

He left the sedan and faded through the darkness. His henchman waited awhile. As soon as the street
was temporarily deserted, he carried the drugged victim swiftly across the dark sidewalk. He dumped the
man into an areaway.

A moment later he was behind the wheel of his car.

He didn't try to make speed. The boss had warned him about that. The boss thought of everything. He
grinned.

Then, suddenly, the grin wiped from his lips. Another car had drawn abreast of his. It was a police car! A
cop jerked his finger toward the curb in an ominous gesture. The man was forced to halt.

The two prowl-car policemen frisked their captive expertly, seeking a concealed weapon. They found
none.

"What's the idea?" the man snarled. "You got nothing on me!"

"Sam Romine, eh?" one of the cops said. "What are you doing back in town? Where were you going?"

"Just taking a little ride."

"Let's see your license and car registration."

They were in order. The cops looked disappointed. Sam Romine plucked up courage.

"You boys are just kidding yourselves trying to pin something on me. Didn't you hear the news? I'm going
straight these days."

The cops looked irresolutely at each other. They had hoped to pick Romine up on a gun charge or a
stolen-car rap.

"Go ahead and pinch me," Sam Romine told them out of thin lips. "I'll be free in five minutes! You can't
even hold me for vagrancy. I can even prove I've got a steady job."