“But there’s others — like Mike Larrigan — who have never come in line. Right now, there’s trouble between Larrigan and Varona.
“It’s guys like Larrigan’s gunmen that we watch out for here.
“Take Hymie Schultz, for instance. He works with Larrigan, but he’s independent, too. He wouldn’t think anything of coming in and sticking up a swell joint like this.
“If it meant trouble between Larrigan and the big shot, Larrigan would claim that Hymie was working on his own. Savvy?
“Then, every now and then, some small fry crop up and make trouble. That’s what we look out for. See — “
He pointed to the door of the restaurant. Two men entered; both were dressed in tuxedos, but they looked out of place in that garb. They kept close together, and seemed to cast a disdainful look at the diners. The newcomers moved up the stairs toward the balcony.
“John Genara and Tony Anelmo,” whispered Le Blanc. “They call them the Homicide Twins. Tough babies.
“They’re working for Marmosa tonight. They protect the joint. They’ll be inside the door, like they were gambling, but let any guy get tough — well, there’s nothing those fellows won’t do.”
The two men were at the top of the stairs. Genara glanced toward the table where Harry Vincent and Joe le Blanc were seated. Joe nodded his head in greeting, and Genara responded with an ugly scowl, which Le Blanc accepted as a response of friendship.
The two gunmen left the head of the stairs and went into the gambling den.