.. French descent... old setting,
three large diamonds pendant from necklet of smaller ones... ten to
twelve thousand dollars... steel bond box... lower right-hand drawer of
desk... plan of second floor... West 88th Street..."
He turned the page, studied for a moment the carefully drawn plan that
covered the next sheet, then turned to the third and last page--and
suddenly his face hardened. He had been called a jackal by the
papers--but here were two who bore a clearer title to the name! He knew
them both--Jake Kisnieff, better known as Old Attic in the underworld,
as crooked as his own bent and twisted form, a miserly, cunning
"fence," crafty enough, if report were true, to have garnered a huge,
ill-gotten harvest under the nose of the police; and the other, one
self-styled Henry Thorold, alias whatever occasion might require,
smooth, polished, educated, the most dangerous of all types of crook,
was the brains of a certain clique whose versatile operations were
restricted only between the limits of porch-climbing and the callous
removal, via the murder route, of any one when deemed expedient for
either personal or financial reasons!
Jimmie Dale read on to the end of the page.
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