two men in the tonneau were unconscious but looked to be alive.
"Come on, let's go," said Tony.
"But the others—" objected the stranger in amazement.
"To hell with the others!" snarled Tony harshly. "They're gangsters and they was takin' me for a ride. I hope they're all dead. I guess I ought to make sure—"
He produced the pistol and aimed at the two inert figures in the tonneau.
"For God's sake!" gasped the stranger, laying a trembling hand on his arm. "Don't! You can't—"
Tony turned and stared at him for a moment, then shrugged contemptuously and allowed his gun hand to drop to his side. He had decided that it would probably be best not to do any murdering before a witness, especially when he needed that witness badly for the next half hour.
"All right!" he growled. "But you're goin' to take me where I want to go, and take me fast. Come on!"
He prodded the stranger with the automatic then almost grinned as the man shivered and hastily began leading the way back to his own car parked
