“Yes, but I said to wait.”
“We have waited long enough.”
Monk Thurman’s remarks had hit home. Genara and Anelmo were men who brooked no ridicule. The fact that Monk Thurman had openly declared to them that others were already trailing him was all they wanted to know.
They knew that Thurman’s position with Marmosa rendered him invulnerable while in the gambling den. They realized that the New York gunman was already being sought by Nick Savoli, who wanted him as a killer.
“It may be too late to-morrow,” observed Anelmo, as he watched Monk.
“I agree,” replied Genara.
At two o’clock, Al Vacchi arrived at Marmosa’s place, ready to collect the big fellow’s share of the receipts. Vacchi was a short, bald-headed Italian, who greeted every one with a broad smile. The Homicide Twins watched him sullenly as he shook hands enthusiastically with Monk Thurman.
“There is no reason to be here longer,” whispered Anelmo.
“Come,” replied Genara.
The Sicilians left the gambling den, which was now protected by Al Vacchi and his bodyguard.