blazed Tony, his mouth curled into a nasty snarl.
"I wouldn't dare to—with you. Who wants to be shot in the back?"
"Why, you dirty—"
"Shut up!" snapped the D. A, savagely. "And listen to me. Or I'll run you out of town."
"You'd lose a good part of your income if you did," sneered Tony, roused to fury by his altercation with Bruno.
Stung to anger by the impudent remark, the D.A, frowned and turned upon him a baleful glare.
"I'd better have a part of my income than none at all," he retorted through gritted teeth. "Another crack like that out of you and you'll be the first to go."
Tony subsided but he was seething with fury. Given sufficient time he would get all his enemies, perhaps even the D.A, himself. Stranger things had happened, and he certainly had it coming to him.
The District Attorney had spread out on the table a large map of the county, which included the large city which took up most of it. Already the map was divided by red lines and inside of each square thus produced was written the name of one of the men present.
