"The hell they wouldn't!" snapped Tony. "Did you ever see that little room we've got down in the cellar here?"
"No," answered Rinaldo, suddenly pale. "But I've heard about it."
"Oh, he'll talk all right," said Tony with a grim smile. "All you have to do is get him here. And if you get me somebody that knows something, there'll be five ‘C’s’ in it for you."
The gunman departed, his close-set eyes sparkling at the thought of making five hundred dollars in one chunk.
It was now after one in the morning. Tony could think of no other important tasks which could be done that night and decided to go home.
Jane Conley, famous in the underworld of half a dozen cities as "The Gun Girl," was still waiting up for him in the luxurious living-room of the expensive apartment he had rented for the thirtyday period of unconventional trial marriage to which they had agreed. And he felt a quick surge of passion rush through him as his keen glance caught a suggestion of the alluring curves of her fine figure through the filmy folds of the flaming orange-and-black negligee which set off so brilliantly her vivid dark beauty.
