drawer. Then he pulled out a fat roll of money and peeling off five $100 bills, threw them across the desk in a manner most contemptuous.
"There you are. But remember that we want some service for all this jack we pay out."
"As if you didn't get it," snarled Flanagan, snatching up the money and stuffing it into his pocket.
"What I could do to this outfit if I wanted would be a sight."
"Yes, I suppose so," admitted Tony reflectively. "Yet we boys have our own methods for discouraging our enemies."
"What do you mean?" "Nothing," answered Tony calmly, but he could see that his veiled warning had registered. "And now, Flanagan, I think it might be a good idea for you and I to have a little talk. I'm Tony Camonte. And from now on I'm in command of this mob."
"You!"
"Me," asserted Tony solemnly. "Johnny Lovo left yesterday for a long vacation. He may be back sometime but I don't think so. He's got plenty of dough and he's tired of this racket. Of course he's still interested but he turned the active control of things over to me."
