O’Brien nearly dropped the receiver.
“What?”
“Don’t ask me what they were doing up there,” Motley said-"The fools started a shooting match. They killed five of my men. Tux got into the house where Dorman was hiding and shot him before our men could get at him.”
O’Brien turned cold.
“What happened to Tux?”
“My men blew him to bits,” Motley said.
So Tux had made a mess of it! O’Brien thought. Somehow Johnny must have escaped from Willow Point. What was Gilda going to say when she read the morning papers? He realized he would have to see her immediately and get a convincing lie in first. Damn Tux! He was lucky to be dead.
“Holland got away,” Motley went on. “We’re still looking for him. We’ve got the press on our backs.”
“Get Holland! Do you hear?” O’Brien snarled. “That’s an order!”
He slammed down the receiver, went quickly across the room to the hall where Sullivan stood waiting.