Anelmo guided the sedan down a side street, and pulled up before a dark building. Genara stepped from the back seat.
A few moments later, he pushed Harry Vincent out onto the sidewalk. Thereupon Harry was guided through a gate in a ramshackle board fence.
Anelmo produced a key and opened a door in the side of the house. Harry was shoved down a short flight of stairs. Another door was opened, and Anelmo switched on an electric light.
Harry looked about him. He found himself in a small stone-walled cell, hidden beneath the house. He realized that with the locking of the lone door, the place would become a soundproof vault.
It was a spot well chosen for murder. Here, locked away from the outside world, there would be no sign of the crime.
Harry shuddered as he looked at the businesslike automatic displayed by John Genara. He wondered why the Sicilian did not shoot him quickly, and end the mental agony.
Then the truth began to dawn. When gangsters put their victims on the spot, they either left the body in the car or dumped it out.
Yet Harry had been brought to this solitary place. Why? Because his captors must want information!
Thoughts of torture gripped Harry Vincent. Scarcely had his mind turned to this channel before his fears were realized.
There was a heavy chair in the corner. Anelmo propelled Harry thereto. Then he took a rope and bound Harry’s arms in back of him. He thrust a rod of iron through the rope. Harry knew what would happen next.