Harry idly wondered as he saw the stranger return to battle with the spinning wheel. Then his speculations were cut short. The Homicide Twins were casually making for the door.
Harry discreetly waited a few moments, then followed. On the balcony he saw the twins earnestly talking to Steve Cronin.
As Harry approached the trio, Anelmo and Genara nodded as one man, and sauntered off toward the street door.
“Where is Mr. Marmosa?” Harry asked Cronin.
“He’s not in the office,” Cronin replied. “I was just there. Why do you want him? What’s up?”
“Nothing special,” said Harry. “Just want to check up on a new player. Guess he’s O.K., but I want to make sure.”
This, of course, was just a pretext. What Harry really wanted was to keep an eye on the Sicilians, and to report to The Shadow from an outside telephone. He had a hunch it was no longer safe to use the booth in Marmosa’s place.
“Stay here, then,” said Cronin. “Maybe I can find him.”
A FEW minutes later, Cronin returned with the proprietor.
“What’s the matter, Vincent?” inquired Marmosa. Cronin went into the gambling room.