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The Loom of Destiny flung an old boot at him. The missile smote him heavily in the back and the crowd held its breath. But from the Shanghai Sharkey came neither response nor retaliation.

With that unanswered challenge, both he himself and the entire East Side realised one thing—

The Shanghai Sharkey had fallen—fallen for all time. 80