“Next time I’ll hold your wrist,” Adams said quietly. “Who did it?”
The thin, ruthless face that hung over him scared Louie.
“Tux and Whitey,” he mumbled. “Leave me alone, can’t you?”
“Why did they do it?”
“I don’t remember,” Louie said, but went on hurriedly as Adams struck another match. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.”
He gave Adams a watered-down account of his attempt to blackmail Gilda. It took some minutes, but Watson got it down after Adams had made Louie go over it again.
“Did you give Johnny Fay Carson’s address?” Adams demanded.
“I told him where he could find her.”
“Where was that?”
“I told him she went to the Blue Rose most nights.”