Harry was overcome by the pain. His senses began to leave him. That proved to be his temporary salvation. Genara spoke to Anelmo, in Italian.
“Stop,” he said. “He is fainting. I don’t think we can make him tell.”
“Shall we kill him then?”
“No. Not until I have telephoned Borrango.”
GENARA walked from the room, leaving by the door which he had entered. But instead of going to the outer door, he went up another flight of stairs, and entered a room on the first floor of the building.
The place had been a store. Now it was closed. The windows were barred; the door was nailed shut. The entrance to the cellar was a massive door which Genara unlocked.
There was a telephone in the dark room, and it had never been disconnected. Genara lifted the receiver and dialed a number by the ray of a tiny flashlight.
He heard the ring at the other end. Then came the voice of Mike Borrango.
Genara spoke in Italian, and told his story briefly. When he had concluded, Borrango told him to wait a few moments for instructions.
Meanwhile, Harry Vincent was regaining consciousness. For a moment he did not realize where he was. Then the pressure of the ropes that bound his arms brought him to full understanding of the grim reality that threatened him.