cold, deadly venom that made the assistant district attorney flinch, "if you bring me to trial, you and the D. A. will both be mighty sorry, before it's all over."
"Are you threatening me?" blustered Moran.
“No. Just trying to keep you from making a fool of yourself.”
Moran laughed harshly, sarcastically.
"Leave that to us! I'll convict you, all right. The girl's testimony alone will—"
"What girl?" demanded Tony tensely.
"This Rosie Guarino, the one you killed Mike over. She's the one that turned you up for the job and she's volunteered to testify. Women! They're the ruination of all you Wops. I guess you didn't know that this dame and Mike had been secretly married down at Crown Point a week ago."
So that was what they thought, that he had killed Mike because of jealousy. No wonder Flanagan had looked at him with contempt. And she and Mike had been married. Good God! He had had no right to— But how could he know, with Mike's past what it was?
Weary and bewildered, his mind a confused maze, Tony was led away to a cell.
