THEN came a general arrival of well-dressed persons who were evidently coming to play roulette.
“Look there!” Le Blanc’s exclamation was a low one. “Hymie Schultz and Four-gun Spirak. The little guy is Hymie — he’s the one I was telling you about.”
“Do they mean trouble?”
Le Blanc shrugged his shoulders.
“No telling until they get in,” he said. “We can’t keep them out without causing trouble. But with Genara and Anelmo there, I don’t think anything will happen.
“Just the same, it puts our friend Marmosa in a tough spot. The only connection he has with Nick Savoli is this: Marmosa pays cash to Savoli. He gets protection, all right, but the important part is that Marmosa has to pay, and Savoli doesn’t have to protect. Get that?
“If anybody makes trouble for Marmosa, it’s too bad for him. Savoli wouldn’t like it, of course, but he has his own worries, without bothering about Marmosa.”
Two men entered the restaurant while Le Blanc was speaking. Harry saw them as they came up the stairs to the balcony, and he recognized immediately that they were another pair of gangsters. Le Blanc noticed them as they approached.
“Here comes Eddie Heeny,” he said. “Smooth-looking bird for a gunman. I don’t know the other mug that’s with him.”
The arrivals came over to the table where Harry and Le Blanc were seated. Harry studied them closely.