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NewYork, but places where they have rich men. Particularly rich are the new merchant princes of Japan.
One of them had paid a quarter of a million yen ransom for his son, his only man-child.

More trucks were arriving. It seemed that the entire block was going to be barricaded. That meant the
building, really. The building was a block square and taller than ihe length of the longest ocean liner in the
world.

General Ino had killed the Japanese merchant prince's man-child, but the merchant prince didn't know
that before the ransom was paid. Didn't know it yet, in fact. Years later, the general had thought he might
work off some phony brat as the man-child. He had kept the baby clothes of the man-child and the bit of
jewelry it had worn.

There was quite a hullabaloo now, with the policemen stopping traffic and beginning to build their
barbed-wire fences across the most teeming streets in a city noted for its traffic.

General Ino had played the races. That took money. He had practically kept himself a harem. That took
more money. Moreover, he had kept his old organization of crooks and killers intact. That took the most
money of all. In that organization he believed he had some of the coldest, slickest crooks alive.

The general had once added up the rewards hanging over the heads of his organization members. The
total had stunned him. But it was an asset which he hadn't yet been able to think out a method of cashing
in on.

For General Ino was about broke. All ripe for one of the fabulously big, cleverly planned, cunningly
executed hauls which was the only kind he touched.

General Ino walked over to the nearest policeman.

"M'sieu' Gendarme," he said, "could you tell me why all thees ees happen?"

The general could fake almost any accent. He loved to.

THE cop had come from a long line of brick-throwing ancestors, and his grin was big.

"Your guess is as good as mine, Frenchy." The officer jerked a thumb upward. "The powers that be say
fence in the streets around here; so fence 'em in we will."

"But, m 'sieu', some reason you 'ave give thees people why you not let zem pas', no?"

"This is the only reason we have to give 'em." The cop tapped his badge.

"Velly stlange," said the general, singsonging. "Velly stlange."

The cop watched him walk off, then scratched his head.

"Dang me," he grunted. "First he's a frog, then he's a laundryman!"

The general was at that moment also much the master of evil - and profitable - schemes, He went directly
to the offices of Proudman Shaster.