"The newspapers are raising hell and even some of the big politicians are worried about it. Some of the influential men here have gone to the governor and told him that the city's getting such a bad name people are afraid to come here and that it's hurting business. There's even talk of appointing a special prosecutor—some wealthy, fearless lawyer who couldn't be ‘reached’—and a special grand jury to investigate the gang situation. And you know what that would mean.”
The gang leaders shifted uneasily. They did know what such an investigation would mean—a lot of unpleasantness and, perhaps, extinction.
"Camonte," continued the D.A., glaring at Tony, "I know that you and Bruno are the guilty ones in this latest outbreak, the most savage we've ever experienced. But I also know that the only reason you other fellows aren't in it is because you're not big enough to compete with these two and you've got sense enough to know it. . . . There's enough business here for all of you and you've got to declare a truce and operate peaceably, all taking your share."
"Do you think he'd keep a truce?" demanded Bruno, with a contemptuous nod at Tony.
"You wouldn't, that's one damn sure thing,"
