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Returning to his bed at 9130 P.M. -- thirty aimtes before the lights are extinguished -~ Riddell appears to have been subjected to # a “shot” of dope. He de strangely exuberant, Lane is frightened, and cannot - understand why Riddell fie so talkative and friendly with hin ‘tonight, , because “ | Bince his demotion lane has been practically ignored by Ridtell. =. - “Boy,” he tells Lane, “a bags going to buret tomorrow, and i - 7 I . you don't want to be under it.” . 2 “ "That do you meant" «aks tho frightened Lane. . t “Wait and seel" laughs the tormenting Riddell, The conversation -- samprised of Lane's despairing questions ote and Riddell's gloating, torturing bita of warning -- gooe om until after nidnight. _ Riddell asks Lane if he still stashes Capone's things. Lane replies in the negative. Riddell laughs, remarking: ‘ ; "Simpson, the big farmer, locked right at then today and pre- tended ke didn’t ese them. Even he's afraid of Capone. Some guard!" t . Lane ig unable to sleep that night. Riddell, after restless night, rises at 5:30 A.M. Lane rises shortly thereafter. Immediately after ° i Riddell has left the vicinity, Lane ceeks Shavings advice. Shavings confesses — ne heard part of the conversetioa, but is at a lose to understand, or even conjecture, what Riddell meant by ea "bag bursting”. , a Hiddell's unusual quiet creates comment among the other inuates. Eis rising is usually accompanied by loud, bolaterous talking and sarcasm, Chorcped dranu is suspenied in the air. One feols impending ovents are now about to reach a climax. The plances Riddell caste at Lee, in hie etall, © are fraught with mulevolence and hatred, Lee, ignorant of Riddell's intention, does not notice hin. it is now 0:40 A.M. Riddell stalks to the front of the basement, tre tne breealfeast line forms at 7:°O0 4.M, He returns five minutes later, and prences up and dav: befere Lee's stall. He covers a distance of mbout twert efive fect in kis detor.ined walk, seach monent nis anger and nerve in- ereasi:ne. Ho ene has the faintest idea wheat is disturbing him. Lanc and Shavings apprehensively watch hin. "Whot the Hell's oatin' your" asks Patton, a jovial 300 pound ex- postmaster. Riddell ipneres the reaumrk. Patton's stall adjoins Lee's. ~ 6 he passes for the twentieth timo Lane, in a slurring manner