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“Get out ofto make this son of a bitch weep before he dies”

He charged in a rage, throwing punches like cannon fire

Bell knew he had taken too ather all his strength into one killing blow Too tired to slip the punches, he absorbed two, stepped inside the next, and hit Corbett hard on the jahich snapped Corbett’s head back Then Bell unleashed a right with every ounce of his strength and plunged it into Corbett’s body The breath exploded out of the hting to

the last, he lunged for Bell’s throat as he went down but fell short

Bell lurched at Sullivan He was gasping at the exertion, but his face was a rim purpose: Who hiredjou to kill me?

Sullivan dropped to his knees beside Corbett, reached inside his fallen partner’s coat, yanked out a flick knife Leaping to his feet, he charged Bell

Bell knew that the heavily built braas stronger than he was In his own half-dead state, atte to take the knife aas too risky He slipped his own blade froer on the s like a lizard’s tongue, it flew flat and true into Sullivan’s throat The brawler fell, spewing blood through hands desperately trying to close the wound

He would not be answering Bell’s questions

The detective knelt beside Corbett His eyes were staring wide open Blood was trickling fro from internal ruptures from Bell’s blow to his sto questions tonight either Without wasting anotherthe rails to the Rawlins Depot and burst through the dispatcher’s door

The dispatcher stared at thedown his face

“What the hell happened to you, mister?”

Bell said, “The president of the line has authorized me to charter a special”

“You bet And the Pope just gave me a pass for the Pearly Gates”

Bell pulled Osgood Hennessy’s letter from his wallet and thrust it in the dispatcher’s face

“I want your fastest locomotive”