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es = 528 ‘to the big boss himself. He also gives him three bones. ~ Memorizing the message, and pocketing te money, the Slapper sets off to locate the boss. He isn’t so easy to find, at that; but the lad has been trained to a sort of perverse faithfulness, and finally locates him in Flop Tyler’s joint, at 2 Am. This is the first time the Slapper was ever able to crash into the swellest faro dump east of the avenue. Not knowing when he may again be able to pass the human camera who guards Flop’s armor-plated door, he determines to make the most of his oppor- “tunity. + Two hours later—at_ a quarter past four aS leaves the place without a nickel in his pockets, but with some gorgeous buffet -~ _— ~~ often broke, but not for long. a ‘grub inside, and an imported cigar in his ‘mouth. Which he smokes as.a matter of Ss duty—much preferring his own vil-. Tainous brand: of saltpetered fags. ~ And so—as Mr. Pepys used to say— ne and to bed. Such was Slapper Dunn. Such his sim- _ ple habits. Never since he sold newspapers asa kid, had he held down a regular job. Yet strangely enough, never yet had he ~ pulled anything really felonious. He was He knew a score of ways to stake himself. Driving a - temperamental night taxi, and no questions. asked; gambling in petty ways, and cheat-~ ing when he could get away with it, which ~~ wasn’t often in the sort of games he sat = ee ‘errands for the minor chicttains: ~~ into; showing-up ambitious pugs at Porky’s gym, ‘waving the towel at the ringside; run- “He was regarded by all, the bulls in- : cluded, as harness. a good guy, but with- out the nerve to pull off anything big. So he had never been asked to do a stick=p _or a loft job, or to push queer money, nor > was: he ever given a chance in the semi- finals even against men he made to look _ foolish i in the school of physical culture. There remains but to speak a word as tote ‘Slapper’s family history. “in Dink Robey’s saloon, his father—never —_-a cautious man—had called a stranger out _of his name, without smiling. Mr. Dunn Tad died so suddenly that the undertaker a3 had beer 1 unable with all his skill to erase “ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. One night the look’ of surprise from his face. He looked puzzled at his own wake; and prob- ably does so still. Jimmy was nine at the time. His mother he could not recall, as she had died before he was a year old. He had no living rela- tives, and slept when at home in a room he rented from a Polack, who with his family of eight occupied the other two rooms of their suite. Of Slapper Dunn to date, this is all. He was perfectly contented with his existence, because he knew of no other. Save for boisterous outings at some crowded beach resort he had been out of the city but twice, when he had gone up the river to deliver a message—and once a watch-spring saw— to two men who were doing time there. He had never heard a bluebird, or beheld a flaming oriole build its hanging nest, nor seen the wind ripple a sea of wheat, nor heard it singing in the pine trees. His contacts with the great outdoors had been gained in back lot baseball, or when, swim- ming like a rat about the river wharves, he had emerged dirtier than when he went in. Quite naturally, he wanted to get his hooks on a bigger stake than any that had come his way yet; he was a classy dresser, according to East Side standards, and a —— free spender like all his: gang. The under- — world breeds few misers. Matrimony he abhorred. It meant get- ting a steady job, and lots of kids, and rent to pay, and having the old woman frisk your clothes whenever you come home _ Stewed. It meant shrill vituperation, and certain obligations, not too onerous per- haps, but nevertheless real. So, while he had his romances, they were not serious. _— _Teckla, a pretty squarehead with whom as partner he had won many prizes fox- trotting; Bashka, the brilliant, exotic flower. that bloomed in the old pawnbroker’s gar- den, whom he cultivated for financial rea- sons; a wop, and a Lithuanian, and half a dozen more who had for a brief period held ~ his interest, but with whom. he had not as- sociated the thought of orange blossoms, and the inevitable perambulator. The only one he had courted with any serious intent had been the daughter of an alder- man who ee high in the esteem of the | ec @ = comicbook a eG gO ay fae gn OE Lo —— =“ - ee rs = = mall ~~ = fe