Had Harry noticed them, he might have forgotten Steve Cronin for the time. For while he was thinking of watching Cronin, he himself was being watched by the Homicide Twins.
But none of them were watching the players gathered at the roulette wheels. They paid no attention whatever to a quiet, gray-haired gentleman who was playing large stakes and winning constantly, much to the annoyance of the croupier.
The man had seen Steve Cronin enter and leave; he had caught the glances exchanged between Genara and Anelmo; he had observed Harry Vincent’s recognition of Steve Cronin.
Yet he remained silent, and did not speak. At times he laughed so softly that his mocking tones were heard by no one but himself.
CHAPTER XI
SAVOLl MAKES PLANS
STEVE CRONIN was in the Escadrille Apartments the following afternoon, making his report to the big shot.
Savoli was in his accustomed chair. Borrango assumed his usual position against the bookcase. They waited for Cronin to explain.
“Ran into some tough luck, last night,” he said, in an apologetic tone. “Things didn’t turn out the way we expected.”
Nick Savoli did not make a comment, but Mike Borrango furnished the reply.