Other policemen were arriving The people crowded about the cab were pushed aside.
Drivers went back to their cars. Bystanders moved to the sidewalk. Among these was the hawk-faced man. He watched until an ambulance had driven away with Pinkey Baird. He waited until traffic was flowing along the street. Then he quietly returned to the Club Savilla.
Ten minutes later, Biff Towley arrived at the entrance to the nightclub. An assistant to the manager drew him to one side as he stepped through the door.
"Trouble out in the street a little while ago," said the assistant manager, in a low voice.
"A couple of tough babies began to shoot it out in a taxicab."
"Who were they?" questioned Biff, in an undertone.
"I only saw one of them," replied the assistant. "He was the fellow who took it. He was in here before it happened, but I didn't shout about it. Thought you would like to know, though, because you met the guy last night. Pinkey Baird, the old con man."
"Pinkey Baird!" Biff's eyes narrowed "You don't know who got him?"
"Nope. I didn't see him go out. You know the way it is with those small-timers. Always battling among themselves."
"Did Pinkey get the works?"