crying the early editions of the morning papers. Tony bought one, then his face set and an involuntary “Hell!” burst from his lips.
"What's the matter?" asked Jane anxiously.
"Steve missed, the damn dumb-bell!" snarled Tony.
The girl took the paper from him and looked at it. An attempt had been made that night on the life of Schemer Bruno, now leader of the North Side gang. But miraculously he had come through it unscathed. Questioned by police, he had admitted that he had an idea who was behind the attack but had refused to give them any information. It was thought by the police that the attack meant the beginning of a new gang war.
"The clumsy fool!" snarled Tony. "I should have known better than to trust that job to him. Now Bruno will be after us right. And he'll be so careful himself that we may not be able to get another crack at him for a hell of a while."
“Oh, Tony, that worries me!” said Jane. “You must be very careful.”
He drove home in wordless wrath, his active mind racing with murderous plans for annihilating his enemies. In front of the luxurious apartment house where they lived he stopped and let Jane out.
