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THE END

You're right, Rita.

We've had several fortunes within our grasp,

but Blake has plucked every one of them away.

Guess who's dead?

Make it Blake and we'll celebrate.

Nick Banyan, Jim's old partner.

Banyan, huh?

We'll omit the flowers. Let's hear the details.

Underworld leader and former partner of Jim Belmont passes away.

Death which the guns of his henchmen had so often dealt

to his gangland enemies last night claimed Nick Banyan.

In his will, which was opened this morning,

Banyan made bequests of $10,000 each to four of his henchmen.

Rocky Davis, Chuck Weeks, Sam Toller, and Burt Banks.

Did you read this paper?

No, but I know who's who in the lower crust.

Does it say anything about his hidden gold?

The biggest of the alleged Banyan hauls was the holdup of

an armored truck and the theft of 250,000 in gold bullion.

According to the underworld rumors,

Banyan deposited the gold in a secret hiding place.

It's more than a rumor.

I know definitely the gold is secreted somewhere.

I couldn't go after it while Nick was alive.

Now I can.

Except for the fact that you're having any clues as to where it's hidden.

Rocky Davis and his three gunmen were close enough to Banyan to know.

Besides, there's his lawyer, Otto Wolfe.

Wolfe's a shrewd gentleman, so we'll go after the gunmen first.

Four die in gang slaying.

Paris nightclub, scene of killings.

Lying face downwards in pools of blood,

the bullet-riddled bodies of four men were found

today in the cellar of the Paris nightclub.

The men, mutilated as the result of inhuman torture,

apparently were lined up against a wall and shot down.

Setting a new high in ruthlessness,

the crime is one of the most shocking in police annals.

Isn't that the club Nick Banyan owned?

That's right, and the murdered men were his bodyguards.

I'm positive they were killed at Belmont's orders.

Belmont's?

Must have been.

Belmont's the only criminal in the city with an organization

strong enough to tackle Banyan's gunman.

He's undoubtedly trying to find out what happened to the hidden gold bullion.

You probably remember reading about it at the time that Banyan died.

I did, but it seemed like a fantastic rumor.

Yes, but it wasn't.

I happen to know because it's a case that I started my career on.

We got Banyan indicted, but were unable to get a conviction.

However, we got Wolfe, his attorney, disbarred for

subordination of perjury and... Wait a minute.

I must be slipping. I'm standing here chattering while

another man is probably getting murdered right now.

If Belmont didn't get that information from the gunman,

he's bound to go after the attorney.

Call Hildale, 6782.

He won't bother answering that, Wolf.

Belmont.

Don't be alarmed, my friend.

I merely dropped in to discuss a little business deal.

No answer.

But he's always home. He can't move. He's a paralytic.

I'd better get over there right away.

If Danyan had any hidden gold, I didn't know anything about it.

These boys didn't know either.

They discovered the folly of being ignorant.

I'm half dead anyway, but I don't relish your methods of extracting information.

You said something about a deal?

Tell me where the gold is, and I'll split 50-50 with you.

As you say, I could extract the information,

but I can afford to be generous with an old friend.

Can I send a man along to protect my interests? Of course.

Take any precautions you wish.

So let's have it.

Where is the bullion hidden?

You remember that big sedan of Banyan's, the one that he had rebuilt?

Yes.

Well, the bullion was melted down and built in the car.

That car is practically pure gold, painted over.

Smart fellow, that Banyan.

Too bad we couldn't get along.

Where is the car stored?

In the terminal storage building on the fifth floor.

I know where the building is. Call your man,

and we'll arrange to have him meet Farrell and get the car.

It's all set, Hood.

Pick up Farrell and go to the storage place.

Hood doesn't know about the gold in the car.

For a quarter of a million dollars, I wouldn't trust him or Farrell.

I can't trust anyone either, Otto.

So I'm sure you won't object if I leave Dorgan here until I get the car.

That's the front doorbell. Don't answer it.

Just a minute. Belmont didn't say anything about it.

Belmont was only giving you a line.

He doesn't like to watch rough stuff.

When he phones me he's got the car, that's your sign-off.

Guess he went away.

Tell him to come in.

Come in.

Mr. Wolfe, I...

Mr. Wolfe, where's Jim Belmont?

Gone to get Banyan's gold car.

Where?

Fifth floor.

Terminal storage building.

This is it. I wonder why the boss wants it.

Darned if I know. Well, get a battery. I'll get her ready.

All set. Bring up the elevator. All right.

Don't move.

Get your hands up.

This'll bring all the cops in town.

I'll get rid of him.