Briggs obeyed.
“To work,” ordered Hiram Mallory.
Bob Maddox took one side of a desk and signed to Moose Shargin to do likewise. They moved the piece of furniture to a spot indicated by Bob, who mounted upon the desk.
The room had a low ceiling. It was fitted with panels. Maddox pressed his hands against a spot above. As he pressed, a panel budged upward and slid to one side. A dark hole was revealed.
Briggs was on the table now, hoisting Maddox into the opening. Hiram Mallory, displaying remarkable agility, came next.
“Leave Garry at the door,” he said, as Briggs helped him upward.
Then came Shargin, and finally, Briggs was drawn upward. The panel closed.
Garry Elvers shrugged his shoulders. He drew an automatic from his pocket and stood on guard beside the door.
This afternoon, the gangster was determined to leave nothing to chance. Any intruder would meet his doom.
Garry half hoped The Shadow would appear.