quest. For the man in the center was obviously a prisoner.
"Got him, Chief," announced Mike with an elegant gesture toward the glowering captive.
"Who is he?" demanded Tony. His manner indicated that nothing short of Caesar himself would be acceptable.
"Benny Peluso, one of the 'big shots' in the North Side crowd."
"Frisk him?"
"Certainly," answered Rinaldo, evidently aggrieved at the query. "Found a nice load of gats too."
"Well, frisk him again here. Strip him to the hide."
From his vantage point behind the big desk Tony surveyed the captive while his three hench men stripped the man and searched every inch of his clothing for possible weapons. The fellow was short and slightly stocky, with a heavy brutal face that instantly bred distrust. His black eyes, now blazing with anger, were shifty and set far too close together.
Tony removed a heavy automatic from the desk drawer and laid it on the desk conveniently close to his practiced right hand.
