Argosy All-Story Weekly — 'The Metal Monster' — page 100: what you’re looking at

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_ Douglas Peck re ‘UNK! Bunk!” Fin Rafferty threw B the newspaper imto the river. “ Bunk!” He referred to the stories of ‘aba the ' Government was going: to do to the profi- “ Hell,” declared Fin, “it’s all bunko. They ain’t never goin’ t’ ride them birds. All yuh gotta do is let ’°em know youw’re a corporation an’ they lay off yuh like yuh had th’ smallpox.” A smile showed, but only in his eyes., Fin jumped to his feet. “Tl bet it can be did!’”’ He reached for his coat. Two minutes later he was walk- ing briskly toward the car line that tapped the western waterfront portion of the city. Fin Rafferty, smuggler of anything that Uncle Sam said shouldn’t come into the country—who stood” flatfootedly for the importation of whatever the Government said was defendu—was thinking conjointly of trusts and several times he had been shot up since the Eighteenth Amendment be- came effective. That trust prosecution bunk had given Fin an idea. Something to further his pro- tection. Getting shot at wasn’t so bad, but the last time he had been locked up. That hurt. Fin hurried to the office of Larry McMann, attorney-at-law. Until Larry’s father had passed into the whenceless whither, the elder McMann had handled Digitized by Go gle 94 Fin’s business. Often enough it had been a handful. “ Larry’s bright, amd you cam trust him,™ the junior member’s father had assured Fin. He knew his days of active practice were nearing an end. “I’ve taught him a lot of the tricks of the old school, and he knows all the new ones on his own hook. If he should ever do anything that isn’t square, kill him for the sake of his old dead father in heaven, which will be me. Else if I’m alive, Pll break his neck mys self.” Fin had listened, and promised to obey. The rum runner walked briskly into tke be-panelled and be-rugged office with glass partitions to right and left. Officious office boys waited to inquire one’s. business. Fin always felt otit of place in the office. Luckily for them, the office boys, both of them, had their instructions. They never made any ado about showing Fin m. If McMann was busy, Fin waited. If he wasn’t occupied at the moment, the smuggler was shown in immediately. There was no delay to-day. Fin lost no time in getting down to cases. “Larry, I wanta ’corporate.”’ It was with difficulty that the lawyer kept his smile confined to internal regions. “Yeah?” he inquired, wondering what it was all about. “ And in what line of business?” - Original from (CCAM YC JOO CS CONN THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY