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Corky Laputa was not merely a dreary poisoner. He was a man of many talents and weapons.From time to time, as he plodded along names, as well.Sometimes a name appeared to be Jewish. Stein. Levy. Glickman.At each of these boxes, Corky paused briefly. He inserted one of the letter-size white envelopes that he carried by the score in another slicker pocket.On each envelope, a black swastika. In each, two sheets of folded paper certain to instill fear and stoke anger.On the first page, in bold block letters, were printed the words DEATH TO ALL DIRTY JEWS.The photo on the second page showed bodies stacked ten deep in the furnace yard of a Nazi concentration camp. Under it in red block letters blazed the message YOU’RE the puddled walkways, under the drizzling trees, he indulged in melody. He sang “Singin’ in the Rain,” of course, which might be trite, but which amused him.He did not dance.Not that he couldn’t dance. Although not as limber and as right with rhythm as Gene Kelly, he could dazzle on any dance floor.Capering along a street in a yellow slicker as roomy as any nun’s habit was, however, not wise behavior for an anarchist who preferred anonymity.The streetside mailbox in front of each house always sported a number. Some boxes featured family
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