"Pianissimo with that talk!" cautioned the speaker. "You'll tip him off."
"Tip who?" Donnelly breathed.
"My man! He's one of the gang. Do you see that fellow—that wop next to Caesar Maruffi?" Bernie did not lower his eyes from the mirror, "the third from the left."
"Sure!"
"Well!" triumphantly.
"Well?"
"That is he."
"That's who?"
"I don't know."
"What the—"