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of the G-Men.
-10 in all.
for the screen by
Gregory Rogers. of the
Armstrong. | beginning ceeeeees Fictionized
éed the truth of that epigram. Born in the slums of New York, se had been imbued with that in
jeinable spark of ambition which _ gakes men struggle to rise despite , crushing environment.
When still young, Brick had been lucked from his tawdry surroundings by a powerful New York pootlegger, McKay, who had seeetly supported him through coliege and law school. MeKay was one of those men who remembered } his own youth— and regretted it. ; Keenly aware of the black pit of f }
crime and murder into which he bad fallen, he hoped to save another soul from the same fate. Brick, whom he loved like a son, had been that person.
And now his protege, Brick, was s full-fledged lawyer with an of
as he shuffled in, lost in th
Buchanan’s coffin had left for
U.$, AGENT KILLED
: fee, Counter feiter, Sought y Department of Justice
a stared as though he still — believe it. He reached and picked up the papers —s had left for him the day ine @ read through the docust or an instant. Then with abay nt Purpose he inserted it ~~ “1 typewriter and began to Mes ast ication to join the Ms friece avenge the death of
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by ARNOLD BEICHMAN
sCAR WILDE it was who once said: ‘*We are all in the () gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.’’ | Brick Davis, ex-gutter-rat, as he called himself, and
at present a youthful member of the New York bar, exempli
Seton I. Miller, based on a
in mind—America’s reading public is hungry for the lowdown on the exploits That’s why the papers and magazines are loaded with feature articles on their activities—and that’s why we’ve written this serial! Read the first to see how it— starts. The rest of the yarn is even better! Complete 10-day novel jzation in mimeographed form with still and caption includ Yours on request from Campaign Plan Editor, Warner Bros. Pictures, 321 West 44th Street, New York City.
“G-Men,” a story written
fearless Department of Justice agents, stars James Cagney who is supported by a noted ast including Ann Dvorak, Margaret Lindsay and Robert It will be shown at the
fice, somewhat shabby from lack of business — but nevertheless a respectable member of the East Side community. Difficult though it was to secure profitable cases, Brick refused to touch anything crooked.
The “Boss” Learns
The ward-heeling politician who walked into Brick’s office one after noon learned that the young lawyer was honest—and meant it, even though it took a couple of “rights” to the jaw to convince this “boss” that Brick was on the level.
And as Davis turned to walk back to his desk, having polished off this political pander, the door opened and in walked Eddie Buchanan, Brick’s room-mate at college and now member of the G
CHAPTER Il HE office seemed drab and lonely to Brick that afternoon,
ought. He threw himself heavi
ly into the chair and shook his head slowly from side to ide, He had just returned from the railroad station where
On the desk lay an open newspaper with large headlines:
floor to MeKay’s office.
Brick walked through the luxuri ously carpeted hall. He knocked at a door.
“Yeah? Come in.”
The office he entered was small and rich. Its owner—McKay—was a rugged Irishman with a hard face. But beneath—if one looked closely enough—was a warmth not | quickly aroused but present never theless.
“Hello, sit down.”
Something On His Mind
MeKav studied his “foster son” an instant. He realized there was something on Brick’s mind.
3rick! Come on in and
“Spill it, kid. What’s on your chest?”
Brick glanced up at MeKay. Then, quietly, he asked:
“Mac, I want you to tell me
how much money you spent on my education—and everything else.” Surprised, MeKay replied: “About twenty grand. But chicken feed when you like a guy.” “Why did you spend it on me?” “Well”? McKay spoke looking away, “maybe I wanted to watch a kid who had the same start in life that I did make a real success of himself.” Brick rose from the chair.
paced the floor several times. Then |
he came to an abrupt stop.
she watched his progress across the
Men, America’s bulwark against or| ganized crime.
He grinned at Brick’s amazed, delighted surprise. They hadn’t | seen each other in a year.
“Hi ya, Brick?” —
suchanan pointed to the door, through which the politician had | been propelled rather vigorously a moment before.
“That’s a swell clients.”
| | way to treat |
ithe dust off it.
“Aw, just a mug.”
Both men seated themselves.
“Well, well... the Department | of Justice himself,” Brick smiled | with friendly sarcasm. “Still sear
A ‘Ward-Heeler’s’ Lesson
lingly at his friend.
ing people with that big badge, | was a kid to go back to them.” | eh?”
. | “What a lawyer!” retorted Bu|
chanan. “Two years out of school |
Well, got an appointment with a
guy named Durfee — a mobster
After that... we’ll go out, hey?” “Swell,” replied Brick. Buchanan reached out for a law
book on his friend’s desk and blew He looked search |
“No business, huh?”
“Not if I wanted to be a shyster. | But I don’t like shysters. I spent too much time in dirty alleys when
ed for each day’s illustration
and still using the same argument. : : 8 8B i“I know I’ve been telling you that
| said, rising to leave. | Thursday.”
The politician who walked into Brick’s office that afternoon learned
that the young lawyer was
honest—and meant it.
But it took a
couple of Brick’s “rights” to the jaw to convince him!
“Pm going to double-cross you, Mac.”
McKay looked up Brick’s tortured face.
| “You wouldn’t turn crook,?” he 1 way L t } ; into ric S sStomacn
asked, apprebensively. “No. But I’m quitting the law business to— to—”
The words came hard to Brick. | “To join the Department of |
Justice agents,” he blurted out. A slow grin spread over McKay's face. “Say that’s great. And now, Ill tell you something. I’m off rackets —all of them—for good!”
Brick took MeKay’s hand and |
shook it joyously.
“Swell.” Then he frowned. “How about Collins and Leggett and the rest? Will they let you quit?”
McKay Gives Orders
“They still take orders from me,” MeKay replied grimly. “Well, kid, don’t hit any foul balls. Oh! Does Jean Morgan know you're leaving? It’s none of my business, Brick, but—she’s pretty much gone on you.”
“Yeah,” said Brick with an em barrassed smile. “She’s a swell kid
. but I guess that’s as far as it goes.”
“Well that’s one of the breaks. Probably Collins is in her
dressing-room now asking for a date.” Brick’s face clouded. “Ah, she
wouldn’t give him a tumble.”
“You never know,” was the som bre reply. “AnywayMeKay thrust out his hand — “good luck, kid.”
As Brick started down the corridor, Collins, Leggett and Gerard _-the latter the third member of the gang—met him. Collins, in the
ilead, grabbed Brick’s arm and | swung him around. | «Heard that you're goin’ to be a big G-Man, lawyer,” Collins sneered.
“That’s right,” Brick snapped
| back with cold politeness.
Collins slapped him contemptu ously across the face, knocking him against the wall. Before Brick could even lift his arms, Collins
whipped out a .38 automatic from a shoulder holster.
swiftly at|°" | this.
“Remember this, stool-pigeon.
Stay in Washington with your tin|
badge, or you'll get a bellyfull of
Collins prodded the gun viciously
“Now beat it.”
Brick stared with white-hot anger and turned away, helpless.
Jean was waiting for him at a table on the night-club floor.
“Hello, stranger,” she greeted
ment. And Brick spoke:
| Washington to join the G-Men,”
Buchanan thought for a second. “Brick, you'd make a good G Man,” he said with quiet sincerity.
for a long time. But— Here’s an ipplication blank I brought up for you.”
Brick snorted impatiently. He wanted to be a lawyer and noth ing else.
“Think it over, mule,” Buchanan “T’ll see you
Buchanan’s words had sunk deep into Brick. He now fell back in to his chair, staring thoughtfully at the application on his desk. Finally he rose and left the office.
Little did he suspect that he had Buchanan alive for the last His friend, trailing a gang of murderous thugs, had gone to meet his death.
That night, Eddie Buchanan stood hiding in the shadows of an alley way across the street from a white brick house. He waiting for Durfee, a notorious counterfeiter, to emerge from the hideout of Leg yett and Collins—two gunmen.
At last Durfee appeared in the doorway. He hesitated a moment at the entrance, glanced furtively up and down the deserted street and then rapidly crossed to the other side.
Buchanan sprung from the shad He threw himself the rangster.
From a second-floor window, Col lins saw what had happened. He srabbed a rifle from the closet and dashed back to the window.
under arrest, Durfee.”
“A copper got Durfee! Douse the lights!”, he ordered. Then a shot.
Buchanan crumpled to the pave ment—breathing his last.
CHAPTER II FOLLOWS)
“T think huskily, “getting that. It’s better law oftiee.”
“That's the way I feel about | age Brick rose reluctantly. “Well, I’ve
it’s swell,” she spoke into work like than poking
| got to beat it.”
Warning From Gangdom
Brick with an assumed light, hard| She knew that her love for this man would never be shared by him. They chatted for a mo-|she pressed her lips on his with hurt passion and squeezed his arm. “Jean, I’m hoping to leave for| Motionless, she sat in the smokefilled night club feeling the vast, She was white and silent for a jmoment. But she was a good loser.
Jean took his hand.
are sort of silly, aren't they? But there isn’t
rule that a G-Man can’t kiss old friend good-bye, is there?
“Good-bves any an
“Remember this, stool pigeon,” Collins snapped, “Stay in Washington with your tin badge, or you'll get a bellyfull of this. Now beat it!”
Brick shook his head in the negative. Swiftly he bent down to kiss her. For
pressing emptiness of solitude. Ile was gone.
a fleeting second,