To his left he could discern in the gloom the ugly snouts of two machine-guns. He reached over and pulled one of them into his lap.
"I'm with these babies like some people with a car," he said with a laugh. "I feel safer when I'm at the wheel."
A block away from the garage which was their objective, they cut out the engines and coasted the rest of the way. But their practiced eyes found nothing suspicious on any side. Abruptly the engines roared again and the two big cars, bristling with the most modern death-dealing machinery, ready for anything, swept into the garage and ground to a halt.
A man in greasy mechanic's coveralls came forward, wiping his hands on a bit of waste. Tony opened the door next to him and looked out.
"We had a call that there was a man here—hurt," he said brusquely.
"Yes. He's back there in my little office. A doctor just came to see him."
The man jerked a dirty thumb toward a small coupe which Tony recognized as belonging to the doctor he had summoned. The gang leader lifted his machine-gun to the floor of the car and stepped out. But as he followed the other man across the
