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te. 153. " Cree more the “serews are put on, Thinss become harder to obvtein, Hardl: a piece of checse fiuds ite sorrowfs1 aay to tie baseic.t. Seltines, . . Cootics, The Costissary does « lani-offic business, Tho Crficers!' Mess is closel. watered, and little, if anythin, leaves it as contraband. wut Capone mst esti Capone must cet sanething for the none- he tes peid. The Hell with the guy who carries i+. wJhy worry about hint Let him go to the hole! There's always another one! Yea « . but the.'re refusing. There's bee too .uch of it petting out. cshey want it. for thoir friends, row! Ac lon, ac the; can carry it for Capone, they firure. they cen carry it for thenselves. Sverytine Capone reets Kackethal it is the sase argusest. Fackethal is leery. e knows tre officiulc are wiec to his racret. Capone spares no one, His belly must be filled... at any cost! any sacrifice] Any ideery to another! "They search evarsthing!" oxeloins Nackathal in protest. “Every; tool my men carry out is opened end examined for food.” "fay!" Capone kes an ideu. “jhite, Crever. . . the laundry- man!" "Ghet about; him?" asks Lackethal. "Can't he bring it up to ne?” “They searcl: him persouslly,” Huckethal lies. "Trey don't search his underwear!" Gapone shouts. "Nos not unless thoy would be suspicious he had sanething on him,” "T84 talk to hin. ‘You give him the stuff. I knowhe'll carry it. He's on tle pay roll, and je'll do it!" Capone converses with Cregar. Cregar, we know, hes the liberty of pascing throughout the institution. “Eow look here, White,. That food's gotte get to me. Can you bring it?" "It's going to be tough, Al, They're got olamps on me now." t ' :