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—_ —— Oe ee fe EO ie Se | pe a eT a RO eS Ee ee ete Me & a op ahs oS = JP ee: “ ~ i Mm 2 —— oe - : —_ aE 0 > 40-10 -STORY “Gentiemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?” “We have.” “What is your verdict?” “Guilty.” The hush deepened; Judge Cheever’s rumble was the voice of doom : “This court pronounces upon the de- fendant, Raymond Natto, the sentence of electrocution to be executed upon iim during the week of October 12th. Court is adjourned.” Bedlam! Reporters sped from the doors. Speetators sprang from their seats, chattering, crowding, Within the rail the District Attorney of King’s County triumphantly faced the towering, scowling Herbert Knox. He said with quiet firmness: “You'll appeal, of course, but you can’t win. Eyewitnesses, Knox. They’re powerful, you know—espe- cially when one of them is a man like Mattison. Powerful enough to make it a certainty that Natto’s going to the chair.” : Knox’s vulture eyes gleamed de- fiance, Natto was sagging at the de- fense counsel table, mumbling bewil- dered protests. Fiarigan was near, peering at Webster, wagging his head forbiddingly. At the rail Mae Gary was standing, her shining gaze on Webster. And at the gate, Inspector DETECTIVE Mattison had paused. A plainclothes man had come hur- rying into the courtroom. He prof- fered an envelope to Mattison. Mat- tison glimpsed its return address— Department of Justice, Washington, D. C.—as he snatched it and ripped it open. He peered intently at neat, terse lines ; The fingerprints submitted by you do not match any in our files, Pennsylvania, which you mention as the suspect’s home, was slow to cooperate with this department in sub- mitting fingerprints. Philadelphia did not begin sending them, for instance, until 1929. Defeat sagged Mattison’s shoulders. He glanced at the district attorney with a faint smile that said: ‘‘Guess I’m a meddling fool.” Thomas Neill, convicted murderer, alias Jack Webster, district attorney, looked into Mattison’s eyes—and smiled, Then Webster led Mae Gary from the courtroom. He whispered: “To- night at dinner I’ll tell you the whole story.” Mae Gary said: “I don’t care what it is, Jack. Nothing can change my mind—nothing. I love you.” A warm, happy smile spread over Jack Webster’s face. He squeezed Mae’s arm. Together, they left the court-house and walked into the bright, cheery sunshine, Here’s your clue to shaving economy! Buy apackageof four Probak Jr. blades for a dime—and get eight of the world’s finest shaving edges. ~ €omicbooks (coy