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THE skin of Inspector Carnahan's face resembled a blown-up toy balloon, inflated to the bursting point.
"O'Malley! Connors!" he barked. "You keep guard on that crazy window while I get some more men! An' I'm puttin' out the alarm for Whitey Jano! I thought that mug had dropped this strong-arm stuff an' got himself into the upper tiers!"