faces of Atamonchuk’s grey-haired father
and mother and their friends, obviously at
a loss to understand the reason for the im-
promptu visit. Cafferty was beginning to
wonder if he hadn’t gotten off on the
wrong foot after all—a feeling shared by
Burns and Adams.

A faint rap sounded on the door below,
and a woman rose to answer. Burns barred
her way.

“Quiet!” warned Cafferty. “Don’t make
a sound.”

Seconds passed. Tensely the officers
waited, their fingers nursing the butts of
their automatics. The knock was repeated,

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louder, more insistent. The creak of hinges
followed. Footsteps moved cautiously to-
ward the stairs and halted in uncertainty.
A muttered exclamation floated upwards.
The door slammed.

Then bedlam broke outside. The staccato
bark of shots mingled with cries, more
shots and the tattoo of racing feet.

Crouching in the shadows of an out-
building, Detective Dave Dickie had seen
the dark form cross the yard and enter the
house. About to cut off his retreat, he
found himself faced, without warning, by
a powerful, low-browed figure as the man
suddenly emerged. With lightning-like
rapidity, Dickie beat him to the draw and
sent a hail of lead whistling in his wake as
he ducked into the darkness. With spear-
points of flame stabbing the darkness ahead,
and slugs whining viciously past his ears,
Dickie pursued the fleeing figure.

From behind came the insistent honking
of a horn. A car hurtled past, slowed down
with squealing brakes. The fugitive leapt
to the running board. A moment later the
auto roared off into the night, but not be-

- fore Constable Alf Manning, pounding in
. pursuit, had jotted down the licence num-

ber. Swiftly the alarm was flashed to Head-
quarters and relayed to cruiser cars, with
orders to block all outlets from the city.
An hour later, Constables Nelson Burr
and Robert Young, patrolling Main Street
and keeping a sharp lookout for the fugitive
machine—now known to have been stolen
from River Heights a week before—swung
from the brightly-lighted thoroughfare into

the smoke-filled gloom of Higgins Aveny
beside the Canadian Pacific Railway yard
Stepping on the gas, Burr suddenly zoome
ahead. A car, resembling the one the
sought, had rolled out of a dark side stree
and was making for the bridge whic
spanned the tracks. A glimpse showed hin
that there was only the driver in the ca
ahead and that the licence plate wa
different. |

His suspicions still aroused, Burr speedec
up again. “Stop!” he commanded. Ignoring
the order, the driver accelerated his speec
until he was roaring along at eighty mile
an hour. Snatching up the microphone

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