He heard the sounds of a struggle, but had no means of knowing whether it was the police or the syndicate gang. Then came a shout:
“Kick in the doors, boys. He is here somewhere.”
This was followed by heavy blows, and a door fell with a crash. Then another, and in a second the door to the room where he sat was attacked.
He sprang to a corner of the room and waited, his revolver ready at his hand.
When the door fell, three men bounded into the room. They were not policemen, but members of the syndicate.
One of the men advanced toward Nick.
“Here he is,” he shouted. “Now, hurry up. It’s a fight to get out, I suppose.”