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Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 5, 1928 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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Thieves’ Market By JUDSON PHILIPS and BOYDEN SPARKES “‘ You fix the man right, and I'll take care of the girl ”— thus the fate of the two spies was pronounced WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PART I ARRY RAND, one-time pilot in the R. A. F., despairing of making any progress in the Atlas Casualty Insurance Company, and desirous of making enough money to marry Jane Campbell, goes to the “big boss,’ old man Hamilton, and demands “a chance.” Hamilton fires him and then promptly reéngages him as a special investigator to “get the goods’”’ on Korbeck, a big fur fence who is known to be the director of almost all the fur stealing operations in New York City, but has successfully blocked all attempts by the police and private detectives to get any evidence against him. A few days later Korbeck’s lieuten- ant, Nick the Grik, proprietor of an East Side pool parlor, commits a big fur robbery and arranges to bring the loot to Korbeck’s huge warehouse. Jane Campbell, joining torces with Barry, gets a job as Korbeck’s stenographer and gives Barry a tip to investigate Nick the Grik. In the meantime Korbeck checks on her story that she had been sent to him by the Star Agency. On finding it is not true he suspects she is a spy and orders one of his men to find out with whom she is working, adding grimly: “ No one can get away with a game like that on me—not while they’re still making guns ’at shoot straight.” CHAPTER IX. “NINE, TEN, AND OUT.” ARRY RAND knew, with an ir- B ritating chill at the back of his neck, that his entrance into the Elite Pool Parlor had not been the inconspicuous affair he had planned it to be. As a concession to what he be- lieved to be the Second Avenue stand- ard of dress, he had abandoned his cane, his spats, and his English made soft felt hat. A fuzzy cap, selected by him be- cause it had seemed to be the acme of bad taste, was pulled low on his brow. This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for April 28 613 EOPMICLOO© (C@)