“Right now, Al Vacchi is trying to smooth things with Larrigan. There’s bad feeling between Larrigan and Varona, and the big boy doesn’t like it. So Schultz and Spirak are safe.
“But there’s nothing to stop them from putting Monk Thurman on the spot, if they can find him.”
“I get you now,” said Le Blanc. “You figure it will be for Thurman’s benefit if he gets in with the big shot.”
“Right!”
Joe le Blanc arose from the table.
“Well, I’ll see what I can do about it,” he said. “But I can’t promise anything until to-morrow.”
HE left the restaurant, while Marmosa was giving new instructions to Harry Vincent. Outside, Joe le Blanc crossed the street and walked leisurely to a garage, where he kept his car, a new coupe that was capable of great speed. He drove northward, beyond the city limits, and reached the Gray Mill.
The building was an old house that had been renovated. The work had just been completed; the furnishings were not yet entirely installed. Le Blanc drove his car into the garage, and went in through the back of the house.
He entered the front room of the road house, which was arranged for a dance floor. He crossed the spacious apartment and unlocked a door. Then he stepped into a fair-sized room which was furnished with a large table and several chairs.
The room had iron shutters. Le Blanc did not open them. He turned on a light, and sat in the corner.