The Shadow 072 The Dark Death by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1935-02-22T00:00:00+00:00

Tony Luggeto looked pleased. His dark face looked unusually sallow in the dim light. He stepped into the little elevator room and stooped above the roulette wheel. Unfastening a clamp, he removed the wheel from the heavy base on which it rested.

“See?” Tony pointed to a hollow interior. “It’s all ready if Nicky wants to plant any kind of a gaff inside.

There was a fellow trying to sell him an electric control. But Nicky figured he didn’t need it. We’ve been using bouncers.”

“Bouncers?” queried Willington.

“Yes,” replied Tony. He pulled a short strip of thin hard rubber from his vest. “Like these. Wedge one in the back of a pocket on the roulette wheel. The ball bounces out. We use them when a guy’s luck starts running too good on one special number.

“But I’ve been telling you all along, boss” - Tony paused with a gleam in his dark eyes - “I’ve been telling you that if we planted a gaff of our own in this wheel, Nicky Donarth would never know. Believe me, it sounded great when you called me and told me to go get that machine this morning.”

“Where is it now?” asked Willington, smoothly.

“In the truck,” replied Tony. “Still in the crate, like you told me to leave it. Say - it’s heavy enough, isn’t it?

What is it - an electro-magnetic machine?”

Yes,” stated Willington. “Listen, Tony, When you first talked about this idea of double-crossing Nicky Donarth, I didn’t like it. I had made a deal with you to keep an eye on the people who came here. I wanted to know who was gambling; how much they spent. I told you to forget it when you sprang your plan of breaking in on Nicky’s gambling racket.

“But from what you tell me, Gyp Tangoli and Turk Berchler must have used Nicky’s office as their headquarters when they hatched their little scheme to rub me out. That means Nicky was in on the deal, to some extent. So I’m ready to get back at Nicky.”

“Good way to look at it.” commented Tony.

“Come on out to the truck,” suggested Willington. “Give me a lift with that crate. Let me plant the machine. I’ll make sure it works. Then I’ll tell you what to do.”

THE two men went out to the truck. The vehicle was a small one: for Nicky Donarth had intended it only for the purpose of removing his gambling equipment in a hurry, should police raid his joint.

They brought out the same box that Willington and Brophy had carried downstairs from the inventor’s private laboratory. They had no difficulty getting it into the elevator where the roulette table stood.

“The other truck was at the house when I got there this morning,” remarked Tony Luggeto. “I had to go around and pick up the key that you left in the envelope at Soulard’s restaurant. I had the other fellows take the luggage to storage. One of the truckmen helped me get this crate into my truck.”

“Good,” assured Willington. “Nicky didn’t know you took out the truck?”

“Not a chance.

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