his derby to the back of his head and with his big feet planted widely apart and his hands thrust deep into his pockets, stood staring at the new leader of the powerful Lovo gang.
"Where's Johnny?" demanded Flanagan.
"Mr. Lovo is not in." Tony's eyes were as coldly impersonal as his tone.
"I can see that," snapped Flanagan, his cruel mouth twisting angrily. "I ain't blind. Where is he?"
"Out of town. And he won't be back for some time."
Flanagan snorted.
"Quit kiddin'," he snarled. "Johnny's always in on the first of the month—for me."
"Oh! I see. Just a moment."
From one of the desk drawers Tony produced a small notebook which contained the gang's "pay off" list, the names of those officials, high and low, who had to be "padded," and the amount of the monthly "bit" of each. The list was carefully arranged in alphabetical order and Tony soon ascertained that the Lovo mob's monthly contribution to the happiness and prosperity of Captain Flanagan was $500.
Tony dropped the little book back in the desk
