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ADDICT “Why you little . .!” He opened his eyes as the gun went off a second time. The girl was tugging at the heavy man’s arm. George Three leaped at them. All went down amid the trash. George Three grabbed the guard by the gun arm and shook with desperate strength. The gun went off again. It had been close to the guard’s face. The flame and smoke temporarily blinded the man. George Three released the arm and quickly grabbed up a stone. He beat the man until his hand was sticky. He stopped when he realised that the girl was tugging at his arm. He gathered up the fallen. policeman’s gun and they ran from the scene. As they cut into another alley they heard a whistle. Then another. “In here, quickly!’ said the girl, indicating a ground storey window. George Three shattered the small basement window with his foot and cleared away the fragments with the barrel of the gun. He went in first and turned quickly to help the girl. The room was large and 135 dark. It was filled with what appeared to be rusted and abandoned machinery of some sort. Quickly scanning the dim interior, they darted to partial cover behind a machine and, hearing a run- ning sound through the win- dow, dropped to the floor and lay flat. _A head appeared in the window, then another. As they watched, the first figure lowered himself down into the room and for a time blended invisibly with the shadows. George Three felt his heart beating rapidly. The weapon fitted wonderfully in his hand... There were light footsteps interspersed with a faint squeak of leather. The man was systematically searching the shadows of the long, narrow room. As George Three’s eyes became accustomed to the darkness he made out the outline of the uniformed figure. He was close now, a scant twleve feet away. He was peering into a shadowy corner to their right. So he knew they were there somewhere in the room... Cconniclooolkks.comn)