They grappled in the darkness; then Schultz managed to bump his opponent behind the ear. Schultz’s gun had fallen to the floor, and as he reached for it, another man leaped upon him.
Schultz went backward, holding his gun, and fired wildly, as an oath escaped his lips.
Those words spelled his doom. The sound of his voice betrayed him. His opponent had not been sure whether he was friend or foe. But now the muzzle of a revolver was pressed against the side of Hymie’s head, and three shots entered his brain.
The man who had killed Hymie Schultz arose and calmly turned on the light in the apartment. The glare revealed the sinister form of John Genara.
It was Tony Anelmo who had been knocked out by Hymie Schultz, but the disabled Sicilian had now recovered.
An exclamation of amazement escaped Genara’s lips.
“Look!” he cried. “Hymie Schultz!”
Leaving his bewildered companion, he dashed to the kitchenette and turned on the light, to reveal the form of the other dead man. He recognized the face of Four-gun Spirak.
Genara hurried back to the front of the apartment and seized Anelmo by the arm.
“Come on,” he said. “We’ve killed Schultz and Spirak!”