papers, Chief," he began, "about you goin' to quit the racket and go in the real estate business. That was just talk, wasn't it?"
"I haven't decided yet," answered Tony coolly. "I have got enough dough to quit and enjoy life if I want to."
"Yeah. But who helped you make it. Chief? We've all had a hand in buildin' up that pile you got. And you owe it to us to keep things movin' and give us a chance to keep gettin' our bit. We've stuck by you through some damn tight times and now when the sailing's easy, you gotta stick by us. If you quit now, the mob'd go to pieces overnight. And then where'd we be? You just can't quit now and leave us in the lurch."
The others nodded in hearty assent as he finished. The man's tone and manner had been respectful enough but his eyes were hard. Tony, his own eyes glowing with inward anger at this first sign of insubordination within the ranks, was about to dismiss them brusquely. But his better judgment told him not to. He sensed an air of menace in the attitude of the group.
He realized suddenly that in organizing and perfecting this powerful gang that ruled the underworld activities of a great city, he had built a
