The Secret Six Page #3

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Hello, slaughterhouse.

Hello, captain.

Hello, Newton.

Captain!

Look at this.

What's goin' on here?

What happened?

Call the coroner's office.

We heard shots up here.

Stop pushing.

Where'd you get those

wounds, slaughterhouse?

A bee stung me.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You're gonna have a

whole hive after you

before I get through with you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You're gonna have a hard time

explaining this,

Mr. Newton.

You think so, captain?

There's the man.

Come on out.

I didn't do it!

Shut up!

Hello, slaughterhouse.

Hello, hi.

There's the gun.

The barrel is still warm.

He almost got

slaughterhouse, too.

Naw, he wouldn't

kill Johnny Franks.

He hasn't got the guts.

No? See if you can get him

to admit he didn't do it.

Yeah, I know he won't squeal.

He's afraid of what

the gang will do to him.

I know this bird.

Who did this?

Delano.

What's his first name?

Jimmy.

He killed my dearest pal

Johnny Franks.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, buck up, slaughterhouse.

That's a tough break. Johnny

was a great little kid.

I know just how much

he meant to you.

Say, he was the

best pal I ever had.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Get one of slaughterhouse

here, too, will you?

I'm gonna make

a big story out of this.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Hey, look out, will

you, captain, please?

Johnny!

Johnny!

Where is he?

Where is he?

Let me by!

Let me by!

He's gone!

They got him!

He's dead!

Who did it?

You did it, you devil, you!

Slaughterhouse killed him! He

always had it in for Johnny!

He killed him, oh...

I'll get you!

Come on, slaughterhouse, Newton.

Let's go.

Get back there.

Now clear the way!

Don't worry, slaughterhouse.

I'll have you out

in the morning.

Come on, get back there.

Get back!

I'll get you for this,

slaughterhouse!

I'll get you!

Shut up, will you?

If Newton Springs him,

he's liable to come back

here the big shot.

Yeah?

Sure.

Come on, move it.

Say, did you know Johnny Franks?

Sure, I work here.

You seem all broken up

over his death.

Couple of years ago,

he gave me a job.

A nice, respectable one.

Yeah, it's a tough break.

But I know these rats

as well as you do.

He got what was coming

to him, all right.

Say, who are you, anyway?

A reporter from the tribune.

Can I use your phone?

Sure. Make yourself

at home.

- Hi, baby.

- Hello.

How's business?

Come on, get out of here.

This is a private phone.

Oh, yeah?

Hello, tribune?

Give me the city desk.

Hello, examiner?

I'm gonna have breakfast, lunch,

and dinner here, baby.

Who you kiddin'?

Hello?

I'm at Johnny Franks'

headquarters...

Johnny Franks

bumped off tonight...

Johnny Franks was

found dead tonight...

3 bullets in the back...

I think you're swell, girl.

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