The man drew a piece of paper from his pocket. Dan read the address on it and put it in his own pocket. "Who are they?" he asked pointing to the bodies. The man was calm now. "Dat's a' Rocky Callahan," he said, "an'a da leetle wan he's a Joe Baker. I was a' gon' ta tell you. I was a' gon' ta--how you say--walk out on a' dem." "Rocky Callahan from Detroit!" Dan said in surprise. "You mean the fat feller." "Dat's a'right." "Sucker," Gatti chuckled. "Yeah," Dan said wryly. "But what started the target practice?" "He pulled a rod on us," Gatti said. "Who?" "Joe Baker, the little guy." "I didn't see it." "Sure, because you weren't looking for it." "I was looking at them." "Baker had it under the table in the hand he wasn't eating with. You couldn't notice unless you bent down to look under the flap of their tablecloth. They must have found out their pal here was going to sing and figured he probably told us too much already. They counted on getting him later." Dan nodded reflectively. "But what I want to know," he said, "is how you happened to be looking under their table." Gatti chuckled some more. "I was just making sure," he said. "Guys named Callahan shouldn't try to eat spaghetti. He might have palmed off the accent but nobody with a real accent like that would cut up his spaghetti with a knife and pick up tiny pieces on his fork." "What's wrong with that?" Dan wanted to know. Gatti gave him a look of contempt. "You eat spaghetti with a fork and a tablespoon to help you wind it around the fork and you eat it full length or it isn't worth eating." "You dam' right," Gatti's prisoner put in belligerently. His fear and humility were completely gone now. "Dat's a' da only way ta eata him." ARTISTIC MURDERS MISFIRE _A TRUE FACT CRIME SHORT_ by MAT RAND A scientific detective, identified with national and international law enforcement agencies, is authority for the statement that there are at least eighteen methods of murder that practically defy detection. Yet the record shows that there are very few murders committed in any one of the eighteen ways that go unpunished. In other words the old adage, "Murder Will Out," is true according to the record in about ninety percent of all felonious killings. To commit a murder in any one of the mentioned eighteen ways it would be necessary for the murderer to be a reasonably advanced scientist. Few possess the technical knowledge necessary to destroy their fellow beings by these methods. Nevertheless, all eighteen of the methods mentioned have been tried from time to time with varying success in escaping conviction.