But that action opened a direct line that ran from Monk Thurman to the biceps of Hymie’s left arm. The New York gunman did not neglect the opportunity. His shot found its mark.
Hymie’s arm dropped, and a croupier yanked the automatic from his grasp. The little gunman leaped through the door and followed Spirak into the restaurant.
There was confusion for a moment; then Marmosa ordered a pursuit. He pulled a revolver from his pocket, and he and the croupier who had Hymie’s gun ran after the fleeing gangster.
“Come on!” cried Joe le Blanc.
Harry followed him. They reached the balcony of the restaurant, to find the dead body of Eddie Heeny sprawled across the table in a pool of crimson blood.
“They got him,” was Le Blanc’s only comment. “Come on, Vincent!”
They joined Marmosa and the croupier downstairs. Two policemen entered the restaurant. They recognized the proprietor.
Schultz and Spirak had escaped!
MARMOSA was voluble in his explanations, and the policemen nodded their understanding. One of them called up headquarters.
The death of Eddie Heeny had made it a serious affair. Harry listened to Marmosa’s words. The proprietor of the gambling den was telling a clever story.