The gambler's face flushed with anger as he arose and edged toward the door.
"O.K., chief," he said mockingly. "And don't worry about that 'sanitary' stuff. Just wait till our clean-up gang hears about this!"
He slammed the door after him and Penny could hear his heels clicking angrily as he walked rapidly down the long corridor to the elevator. She quickly came out of hiding.
"Dad, that was Max Lynch—the one they call 'Diamond Max,' wasn't it?" she inquired anxiously.
"Yes," the detective responded soberly. "I guess I shouldn't have permitted you to listen to the conversation."
"I'm glad you did. Only it made the chills run down my spine to hear that man talk. He seemed so sinister."
"Max isn't a very pleasant character, Penny."
"What did he mean by that last remark? It sounded like a threat."
"I imagine it was a threat, Penny."
"Why don't you turn the man over to the police, Dad, for attempted bribery?"