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Show page 160 stepped out. He walked around the car and came up to Pruitt's door holding a .38 short-barreled pistol. "This is for Turner," Rathburn said. "He's one of our men. The commissioner's ours too. And the busdriver was my brother." Pruitt's head swiveled, his. mouth flew open. Then his body slumped forward. Rathburn wiped the gun and dropped it in the car at Pruitt's feet. Rathburn had coffee at the airport restaurant, caught his plane on schedule. In Washington he told Cortese, "It was easy. He kept talking and drinking and smoking big cigars. He was the dumbest. Even thought his wife was solid. I told him the busdriver was my brother; this threw him off balance. He wasn't our class. He wanted to talk about the senate investigation committee. Couldn't keep his mind on business." "The entire country x^ill have its faith in democracy restored by the senate investigation committee," said Cortese. "In the meantime we grow. Wish you did have a brother. Do you have a brother, Rath?" "He's a Philadelphia busdriver," said Rathburn, carried away with success. Cortese played with articles on his desk, rearranged several. Presently he began to chuckle, softly, at first, then louder and louder. A recent check of Rathburn's file had shown no evidence of a brother in Philly, or anywhere else. Rathburn was a liar. Cortese dismissed Rathburn and worked the remainder of the |