An automatic gleamed in the Chinaman’s hand. Moose brought his own gat into view. Cautiously, the two peered into the door. Garry Elvers was seated at the desk, his head turned toward the steel curtain, which was lowered.
“Garry!” The exclamation came from Shargin.
The man at the desk faced the door and grinned.
“Did you get him?” Shargin queried.
Garry nodded.
Wing Toy was staring at the open door of the closet. He went there, but did not touch the switch. He noted that the cord had been pulled.
“He’s out,” he said to Shargin.
“Dead?” queried Moose.
“No. The gas does not kill. That follows.”
Wing Toy clicked a switch lower on the wall. A humming sound followed the Tong leader’s action.