In a flower-decked room in German Deaconess Hospital, Chicago, lay Frank McErlane, prime Chicago underworldling. Suspended aloft in a stretching apparatus was his bullet-shattered leg. Into his room, when his nurse was absent, suddenly broke two hostile beer gangsters. From under his pillow, Gangster McErlane whipped out a gun, fired five shots. Before they retreated, the beer gangsters put three fresh wounds into their bed-ridden enemy.
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