“Sure thing,” replied Brodie.
“You saw McGinnis kill Claude Fellows?”
“I did.”
Nick Savoli had been looking at McGinnis, urging the machine-gunman to answer the questions. Any stall for time would help. There was sure to be a break in favor of the big shot and his henchmen, for they outnumbered Monk Thurman seven to one.
“That’s all I wanted to know,” said Monk. He started at Nick Savoli. “Now I have something to tell you. I didn’t bump off Hymie Schultz and Four-gun Spirak.”
“You didn’t — “
“I didn’t kill them. Anelmo and Genara did the job!”
There was the silence of amazement at this revelation.
“One week ago,” said Monk, “I told Anelmo and Genara that I knew who killed Larrigan’s men. I told them that I would tell you — tonight. It is nearly evening now. I am telling you a few hours in advance.”
A sudden dawn of understanding seemed to come over Nick Savoli. The big shot opened his mouth in astonishment. He was about to speak; for a moment words failed him.