The first act of torture began. While Genara covered Harry with the revolver, Anelmo twisted the iron rod. A pang of pain shot between Harry’s shoulders.
“Stop!” he cried.
The turning ceased. Harry stared wildly into the dark visage of the Sicilian who stood before him. John Genara neither spoke nor smiled.
He seemed to wait Harry’s words. When the young man did not speak, Tony Anelmo seemed to catch an invisible signal from Genara. There was another twist of the iron rod.
THE pain was excruciating. Harry gasped. These men were inquisitors, but possessed a terrible grimness. They took it for granted that Harry knew what they wanted to know. They placed the burden upon him. Until he talked, they would not stop.
The first words that Harry would utter would be a starting point, They would form an admission that he could give the information they required.
“Why are you doing this?” cried Harry.
The twisting continued slowly.
“What do you want to know?”
The twisting became unbearable.