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 have put it up to me that way, it goes. Take your hands off me, everybody. I won't touch him again—here."

"I didn't notice that you touched him at all," grinned Stark.

"But," declared King, smoothing his rumpled coat and straightening his necktie, "I'm not done with him, as he is due to find out. I'll get him yet, and get him good."

After giving Locke a parting look of venomous hatred, the young man turned toward the open door and passed out.