No matter where you go, there seems to be a mobster waiting in every back alley, standing casually on the street corner, or watching from shop windows and park benches. It's too dangerous to continue your search, so you head back to Tillinghast's shop. A mob of gangsters intercepts you just a block away. The largest among them steps toward you menacingly, a lit cigarette clenched in his teeth, as his mooks restrain you.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that curiosity killed the cat?" He leans down and puts his cigarette out on your cheek, then nods to his lackeys, who swiftly beat you down with brass knuckles, bare fists, and bricks.
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