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SAFE AMD SOUND Mr\ BY E' AR BACK in the crowd which * filled the deep storeroom, Joe Horgan — thirty-odd, undersized and furtive—watched the auctioneer conduct the Western Warehouse Company's annual sale of unclaimed articles. This was an annual New Year’s Day event, and always drew a crowd. Phoning his married sister, Marie, earlier that morning had been a case of sheer luck, Joe reflected as he lit a crumpled cigarette. Otherwise, it would hav&been too late to recover the box; Os course, he hadn’t gotten his hands on it yet but no one was likely to bid much for such an unimportant-looking article. Jeez, what a close shave I - It had been almost a year since he and Red Farnum had stuck up the Pacific Trust and Savings* Oakdale branch for SISOO. They had made a perfect getaway, hurriedly separating with the tacit understanding to meet at Butch Cooper’s that night and split the grab. ; Decision And then Joe had suddenly decided to take it on the lam. Hadn’t Red held out Joe’s share from the blow-down they’d pulled at Ala—meda? Joe watched the auctioneer conduct the annual sale. Joe had immediately suckered Red into a spot. “Look, Red, the take was an even grand,” he had lied. “Somethin’ tells me we better stick it on ice.” “Like in a bank, huh?” Red had sneered. “Stop clowning and shell out my cut.” “Here? Don’t be a dope. Now listen, I got a great idea.” Whereupon Joe had revealed his scheme

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to stow the loot away ta a container which, together with certain odds and ends, he would pack in a tin box and store at Western Warehouse under Joe’s sister’s name. Joe would make the necessary payments and when the time was ripe he would withdraw the box and split with Red. Reluctantly, Farnum agreed. On the Lam The next day Joe delivered the box to the warehouse, and promptly skipped town. Three months later Joe, now leg man for Slappy Damato, Chicago racketeer, had mailed Marie, who was completely unaware of her brother’s shady operations, the money to pay the quarterly storage dues. His letter explained that he had stored some personal effects under her name so as to facilitate shipping arrangements should he need the things later. In due time Marie had acknowledged his remittance and written that some man had been ringing up regu-l larly asking for Joe. (What a belly-laugh that was—Red sniffing around for his cut!) And then one hectic day the following week Damato was nabbed by government operatives, and Joe had hopped the first Coast-bound Limited. Arrived in Sacramento, he had impulsively called his sister to say that he would drop out and pick up the warehouse receipts she had failed ■ to forward to him. “Gosh. Joe,” said _ Marie, “I used the storage money to help on household expenses. I intended to pay but—” Just in Time “Two I’m offered . . . Once. Twice.” The auctioneer gave the box a brief glance, swung his gavel, and barked “Sold!” What a steal! thought Joe: 1500 slugs, safe and sound in exchange for a mere deucer! Twenty minutes later he had locked himself in a room at the Hotel Fremont. He pried open the box. First came a sweater, a few books and a shirt; these were followed by some old ties and a black hat And then from its nest of wadded paper came the tin box. Joe prepared to fit a key into the lock. But at the mere touch the lid opened. A stricken Joe stared at the balls of crumpled newspaper which tightly packed the box. On top was a crudely scrawled note. With sick eyes, Joe read: you louse I only worked at Western Warehouse a week but it was long enough. Have a Unhappy New Year!

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