The men ceased their conversation as Williamson entered. The solemn-faced detective approached Inspector Klein.
“One of our stools got bumped off last night,” he said.
“Where? Who was it?”
“Louie Shunk. ‘Crazy Louie,’ they called him. He’s been watching a couple of tough rod men — Tony Caprona and Gringo Butz. He swore they weren’t wise to him; but they must have been the ones that got him. His body was found up in Harlem, an hour ago.”
“Hm-m-m,” mused the inspector. “Have you got another stool who can check up on them?”
“I think so.”
“Put him on the job, then; and don’t take any chances. Have a plainclothes man keep tabs on the stool. They’re bad boys, Caprona and Butz.”
“They are,” agreed Joe Cardona. “They’re the ones who were signing up with Bush Holman. We’ve been watching them ever since.”
“You ought to be in on this job, Joe,” observed Klein.
“I will be,” declared Cardona, “if it gets ripe. Right now, I’ve got plenty on my mind.”