car some place. That's an old trick of birds like you."
He went at the car as if he were going to take it apart. And he did as well as he could without the aid of dynamite or tools. But he found nothing incriminating.
"You see?" said Tony. "I told you the truth. I'm just out for a little drive this morning. And I don't like being shot at without reason when motoring." He produced two $50 bills and passed one to each of the puzzled detectives. "Now, boys, buy yourselves some cigars and forget that you ever saw me in this neighborhood this morning. And I won't tell anybody what a silly trick you pulled."
He climbed into his car and drove away, within three blocks removing the small automatic from his sock and placing it in his coat pocket ready for an emergency.
“Jeez! Boss, that was smooth work!” exclaimed the chauffeur admiringly.
"If the cops was as sharp as we are, we wouldn't have a chance!" answered Tony wisely.
From his private office at his headquarters, he telephoned Captain Flanagan. “This is Tony Camonte!” he said brusquely.
