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Four-thirty p. m. one day last week was a zero hour. When it came, 130 Federal Prohibition agents simultaneously launched 35 assaults along a 200-mile liquor front in the sea angle from the tip of Long Island to Atlantic City. Down they bore on hotels, road houses, garages, a Manhattan office building, a New Jersey mansion. Captured were 32 prisoners, hundreds of cases of good liquor. In mid-Manhattan a detachment entered a businesslike office where directors of a colossal liquor syndicate, said to have a monopoly of the metropolitan supply, were known to...
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