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The Dream Doctor

17. The Bomb Maker
We stared at each other in blank awe, at the various parts, so innocent looking in the
heaps on the table, now safely separated, but together a combination ticket to perdition.
"Who do you suppose could have sent it?" I blurted out when I found my voice, then,
suddenly recollecting the political and legal fight that Carton was engaged in at the time,
I added, "The white slavers?"
"Not a doubt," he returned laconically. "And," he exclaimed, bringing down both hands
vigorously in characteristic emphasis on the arms of his office chair, "I've got to win this
fight against the vice trust, as I call it, or the whole work of the district attorney's office in
clearing up the city will be discredited--to say nothing of the risk the present incumbent
runs at having such grateful friends about the city send marks of their affection and
esteem like this."
I knew something already of the situation, and Carton continued thoughtfully: "All the
powers of vice are fighting a last-ditch battle against me now. I think I am on the trail of
the man or men higher up in this commercialised-vice business--and it is a business, big
business, too. You know, I suppose, that they seem to have a string of hotels in the city,
of the worst character. There is nothing that they will stop at to protect themselves. Why,
they are using gangs of thugs to terrorise any one who informs on them. The gunmen, of
course, hate a snitch worse than poison. There have been bomb outrages, too--nearly a
bomb a day lately--against some of those who look shaky and seem to be likely to do
business with my office. But I'm getting closer all the time."
"How do you mean?" asked Kennedy.
"Well, one of the best witnesses, if I can break him down by pressure and promises,
ought to be a man named Haddon, who is running a place in the Fifties, known as the
Mayfair. Haddon knows all these people. I can get him in half an hour if you think it
worth while--not here, but somewhere uptown, say at the Prince Henry."
Kennedy nodded. We had heard of Haddon before, a notorious character in the white-
light district. A moment later Carton had telephoned to the Mayfair and had found
Haddon.
"How did you get him so that he is even considering turning state's evidence?" asked
Craig.
"Well," answered Carton slowly, "I suppose it was partly through a cabaret singer and
dancer, Loraine Keith, at the Mayfair. You know you never get the truth about things in
the underworld except in pieces. As much as any one, I think we have been able to use
her to weave a web about him. Besides, she seems to think that Haddon has treated her
shamefully. According to her story, he seems to have been lavishing everything on her,
 
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