some day. So treat me decent an' it'll be better for all of us."
"Well, would you listen to that?" jeered one of the dicks. "Of all the big-mouthed punks I ever seen—"
"I hear you been goin' around with one of Spingola's girls," said the leader.
Tony smiled. "From all I've heard, he had so many that half the girls in town were his."
"Naw, I mean his particular steady girl—his moll. You know the one I mean—that tall, spindly-legged blonde down at the Gaiety Theatre."
"Don't know her."
"There's been talk about you an' her goin' around among the wise-guys in your neighborhood the last two, three days. Everybody's been lookin' for trouble over it. An' now Al's dead."
"Well, that don't prove nothin' against me," argued Tony. "Even if all you say was true, it would be him that had a motive for bumpin' me off. And anyway, do you think as good a gunman as Spingola would ever let a kid like me get the drop on him?"
"T'ain't likely," admitted the leader of the squad.
There was a sudden commotion outside the door
