"You know, Gus. Swell guy with the tile and the wedding fixings," some one added. "Sure!" said Gus. "Where did you take him?" "McGann's, Third near Fifty-Eighth." The name had an ominous ring. "McGann's?" said Jack. "Hasn't that place a bad name?" "The worst in town," said Gus cheerfully. "Want me to take you there?" "Thanks, my own car is around the corner," said Jack. He hastened to it. Jack's heart sank at the aspect of McGann's. Never had he been in a place better suited to deeds of evil. In front there w…
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