During the day it's around our neighborhood, at various repair shops and garages, but at least there is noise, movement, life. At night, the rickety buildings are deserted, silent, almost ghost like. Hardly a soul can be seen on the street. An automobile comes slowly down the block. Is the driver lost? Is he looking for something, someone? It comes to a stop and a stout, middle-aged man steps out who carries an attache case. Suddenly a man steps out of a doorway, holding a revolver...