Mobsmen on the Spot by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
ISBN: 9780515034783
Amazon: B002ADW6JI
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1932-04-15T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XII. KILLER DURGAN LEARNS THE NEWS

Two grim-faced men entered Killer Durgan's apartment. They were Ernie Shires and Big Ben Hargins. Their clothes were soiled and torn; their faces bore grimy stains.

Both showed signs of having made a hasty effort to make themselves somewhat presentable before their visit to Larchmont Court.

"What's the lay?" demanded Killer Durgan. His face was clouded with anger.

"We've been double-crossed!" replied Ernie. "Somebody's busted the works! Your garages have gone up in smoke, instead of those dumps up in the Bronx!"

"My garages!" Killer Durgan was on his feet, his fists clenched as he glowered at Ernie Shires. "You gummed the works, eh? Fine guy, you are!"

"Lay off me," retorted Ernie. "I figure I know the guy that's done it! I told you he'd be making trouble! Let me tell you what's happened."

Durgan sat down and listened impatiently while Ernie recited the events that had occurred in the New Era Garage on Eighth Avenue. It was the account of what happened after the explosion that brought oaths from his puffed lips.

"Big Ben and I got out," explained Ernie, "but we had a tough time doing it. Everything broke loose after that truck blew up. Gas tanks exploded–walls came down–it was lucky we managed to get away.

"The back door was blocked by stuff that had fallen. By the time we got out, the cops were on the job, and fire trucks were coming up. We were in a mess for sure!"

"What about the mob?"

"Some of 'em got out right after us; but the coppers nabbed them. Ben and I got away because we came first. We ducked the cops when they saw us, and they came running over just in time to nab the rest of the crowd."

"The whole mob?"

"All that got out"–Ernie laughed hoarsely–"but that ain't all of 'em. Some of 'em got trapped, and ain't ever going to get out!"

"That means some of my mob, too," interposed Hargins. "It's going to be a job squaring this with Bart Hennesy, I'll tell you that! He didn't like the idea in the first place; he'll like it less, now.

"Say–how about that dough that I've got coming to me?" He looked at Ernie; then at Durgan. "How about it?"

"How about it?" answered Ernie jeeringly. "Fat chance you have of getting it! It was to be paid after the job"–he looked toward Durgan for approval– "and the job ain't been done!"

"No?" Big Ben thrust out his jaw. "Well, it ain't my fault the job went sour, and if you guys don't want a run-in with Bart Hennesy, you'd better come clean."

"Pay him the money!" ordered Durgan. "Not here! Somewheres else. And get going now, you guys! I've got plenty to worry about without you being here!"

THERE was a knock at the door. Mike Wharton came in as Ernie and Ben were leaving. The garage manager's face was solemn. He was anxious to talk with Durgan, but he kept his patience until the others were gone.

"Well?" demanded Durgan.

"I guess you've heard all about it," said Wharton.

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