joined by two men, apparently coal heavers by the look of their
hands and faces.

"They will take him to a hospital. Find where, then notify me.
Remember, this is your business, and woe to you if you fail. Where
is it?" One of the men extended an object wrapped in ordinary
grocer's paper.

"Ha! That's good. I shall enjoy myself presently. Remember:
telephone me the moment you learn where they take him. He is still
alive, bunglers! And you came away empty-handed."

"There was nothing on him. We searched."

"He has hidden them in one of those rooms. I'll attend to that
later. Watch the hospital for an hour or so, then telephone for
information regarding his condition. Is that motor for me? Very
good. Remember!"

Inside the taxicab the squat man patted the object on his knees,
and chuckled from time to time audibly. It would be worth all that
journey, all he had gone through since dawn that morning. Stefani
Gregor! After these seven long years - the man who had betrayed
him! To reach into his breast and squeeze his heart as one might
squeeze a bit of cheese! Many things to tell, many pictures to
paint. He rode far downtown, wound in and out of the warehouse
district for a while, then dismissed the taxi and proceeded on foot
to his destination - a decayed brick mansion of the 40's sandwiched
in between two deserted warehouses. In the hall of the first
landing a man sat in a chair under the gas, reading a newspaper. At