clicking footsteps and breathless, catching sobs die away. Then he went back and stared down at the body.
"Too bad, Mike," he said in a low tone, as if the inert figure of the dead gangster could hear. "But it had to be done."
He walked into the bedroom and picked up the telephone.
"Mike just died," he said dully, when the clerk answered. "I'll see about arrangements later. Tell all the boys that if some nosey dicks come around, they ain't got the slightest idea what was the name of the dame who came up here to-night with Mike, See? It's curtains for the guy that squeals her name to anbody, hear?" he added viciously. "Tell 'em that, too."
The sharp thud of the telephone as he set it down on the little table penetrated the fog that seemed to have come up around his perceptions since that hoodlum in the lobby had identified Mike's new girl. Well, she was gone now, anyway. If anything happened; she would be clear of it. He realized that the night's events would kill his mother. But she wouldn't know. What a blessing it was that most people actually knew so little.
He walked to the doorway and stared down at
