"
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.
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