with those profits yet myself. . . . Listen, Tony, do you think you could run this mob?"
"I know I could," answered the young man eagerly. "I wish you'd give me the chance."
"I'm going to. It's a heavy responsibility for a young fellow or even for an old one. But I'm going to take a chance on you and I believe you'll make good. You're to send half the net profits to me every month wherever I direct. If my payments don't come through regularly, of course I'll have to come back and—make other arrangements." Their eyes met as he said that and it was evident that they understood each other completely. "Of the other half, you're to keep two-thirds of it and give the other third to your first lieutenant, Steve Libati."
"You want him to work that close to me?" asked Tony. He disliked Libati intensely.
"Yes. He's much older at the game than you are and can give you good advice. Besides, he's always been completely loyal to me and I know he would never do anything that would hurt the organization. If—anything should happen to you, he is to take command."
"Does he know about all this?"
"No. But I'm going to tell him in an hour or
