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You, Peter Carney," the judge had said sternly, "are an enemy of so ciety. Honest people aren't safe with men li you at large. sentence you to serve from two to five years in the state penitentiary Honest people still weren't safe, Pete Carney reflected as he cowered six-story Dorchester Arms Apartments. Out of/prison for less than a week. he was "already doing business at the old stand.
He had sneaked into the Dorchester Arms early in the evening while the iradesmen's entrance and the roof door were still unlocked. It seemed by now that he had been huddled behind the chimney for days, and he was certain that the cloudy night (s Il suited to his profession) was well advanced, though he had no means of being certain of the exact ime.
At last, when his body had become unbearably stiff and cramped, he decided that the time was ripe for hu depredations, He made his way across the roof toward one of the fire escapes. Stealthily he crept down the open iron stairs toward the next floor He paused at the sixth-floor land-found the window unlocked, and began slowly to push it up. He had alsod it but a few inches when the in the dark room were sud-switched on. Pete cowered woman in a nightgown and pers had come into the room s carrying a pair of trousers and, as Pete watched to go through the pockets of pants with skill ana dispatch. bills came out in her looked about her warily; then with a businesslike flourish she peeled off a number of the more substantial bills, dropped them into a dark vase on top of a bookcase, deposited the depleted roll in the trousers, and, on tiptoes, went back into the bedroom, des carrying the looted trousers with her.
"Well, whadda ya know!" Pete said to himself,
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