Steve Cronin was no longer at the head of the stairs. He had evidently left at the time Vacchi had arrived.
“Remember the days when we were banditti?” asked Anelmo.
Genara nodded. He and his companion had been the most notorious of all outlaws in Italy, prior to their importation to Chicago. Often had they lain together in ambush, awaiting the arrival of wealthy travelers.
“Tonight,” said Anelmo, “we shall lay another ambush!”
CHAPTER XIV
MONK TAKES CREDIT
SHORTLY after three o’clock, two men alighted from a taxicab some distance from the Loop. They stood together near the wall of a building, and one pointed out a four-story apartment house down the street.
“That’s the place,” he said. “It must be the back apartment.”
“You’ve figured the lay, I guess, Hymie,” his companion replied gruffly. “There’s only one thing I’m worrying about. Maybe this guy is all set for us.”
“Him? Not a bit of it. Anyway, there’s two of us.”