"Here's his note," he said, and reached into his pocket.
Gumberts' hand flashed down, but halted as Gramont's pistol covered him.
"Back into that room, and do it quickly," said Gramont, stepping forward. "Quick!"
Memphis Izzy obeyed. Gramont stood in the doorway, his eyes sweeping the room and the men inside. Startled, all four of them had risen and were staring at him. In his other hand he produced the automatic which he had taken from Dick Hearne.
"The first word from any of you gentlemen," he declared, "will draw a shot. I'm doing all the talking here. Savvy?"
They stood staring, paralyzed by this apparition. They had been sitting about a table which was heaped with papers and with packages of money. A large safe in the wall stood open. Beside the table was a small mail sack, partially emptied of its contents; torn envelopes littered the floor.
That this was the headquarters of at least a section of the lottery gang Gramont saw without need of explanation.
"You're under arrest," said Gramont, quietly. "The game's up, Gumberts. Hands
