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"Gimme Judborn Tugg's room," he requested. Then, when he had the connection: "That you, Tugg? . . .
This is Slick. What room you got? ... 0.K. I'll be right up."

The man rode an elevator up six floors, made his sinuous way down a corridor, and knocked at a door.
The panel opened, and he said familiarly: "Howzza boy, Tugg!"

Judborn Tugg looked somewhat as if he had found a wolf in front of his door -- a wolf with which he
must, of necessity, associate.

"Come in," he said haughtily.

Tugg was a small, prosperous-appearing mountain. His dark pin-stripe suit, if a bit loud, was well tailored
over his ample middle. His chins, big mouth and pale eyes rode on a cone of fat. A gold watch chain
bridged his midriff, and formed a support for several lodge emblems.

"Slick" Cooley entered, closed the door, and said: "We don't have to worry any more about Jim Cash."

Judborn Tugg recoiled as if slapped. His head rotated on its foundation of fat as he glanced about
nervously.

Slick quickly folded his arms, both hands inside his coat, where he carried automatic pistols. "What's the
matter? Somebody here?"

"Oh, my, no! It would be too bad if there was! You should be more careful!" Tugg whipped out a silk
handkerchief, and blotted at his forehead. "It is just that I cannot get used to the cold way you fellows
have of handling things."

"What you mean is the Green Bell's way of handling things." Slick leered.

"Yes, yes; of course." Judborn Tugg ground his handkerchief in uneasy hands. "The Green Bell will be
glad to know young Cash is satisfactorily disposed of."

Slick took his hands away from his armpits, and straightened his coat. "I didn't get any time alone with
Cash, so I couldn't question him before he was tossed on that third rail."

"Your orders were not to question him," Judborn Tugg said smugly.

Slick sneered slightly. "You don't need to pretend to be so damned holy with me, Tugg. We understand
each other. We'd both like to know who the Green Bell is. Jim Cash knew. By questioning him, I might
have gotten the lowdown. But I didn't dare. There was too many guys around."

"Ahem!" Judborn Tugg cleared his throat and glanced about nervously.

"One of these days, we're gonna find out who the Green Bell is!" Slick said grimly. "When that happens,
we'll rub him out, see! And, presto, we've got the gravy."

Judborn Tugg shuddered violently.

"Oh, goodness, Slick!" he wailed. "Suppose the Green Bell -- suppose some one should overhear us!