The exclamation came from Larrigan’s table.
The big Irishman grinned. Then he caught the eye of Mike Borrango. The enforcer made a warning gesture. Larrigan silenced the offender.
But the unwise statement had its effect upon many of those present. Steve Cronin, seated beside Nick Savoli, slipped his hand beneath the table. An automatic had been planted there, fully loaded, by a waiter in Savoli’s employ.
THE lesser gang leaders buzzed in low conversation. It had been reported that Larrigan was to receive the scalp of the man who had killed his friends.
All believed that Monk Thurman was the killer. It had also been hinted that Monk might have had a companion; but that was doubtful.
Nevertheless, this open outcry seemed to prove that Larrigan had received the promise when he made terms with the big shot, and that he had lined up his mobsters by telling them the news.
The two men upon whom the shout seemed to make the least impression were Genara and Anelmo. The Homicide Twins made no sign that would have aroused the slightest suspicion.
But something occurred that impressed these silent, sinister men. As silence became restored, a low voice spoke. The words were in perfect Italian, and they reached the ears of the Sicilians.
“Who killed Schultz and Spirak?” asked the voice.
Genara looked at Anelmo, and his companion returned the gaze. For an instant, each supposed that the other had spoken. Inwardly startled, neither man gave visible sign of his surprise.