"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 005 - Gangdom's Doom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

"There'll be a stew over this," he said. "The newspapers have been saying it's time we stopped these
killings.

"Our policy of letting gunmen bump each other off is all rightтАФ until something like this happens. We've
got to get the man who did this.

"Prescott was phony himselfтАФwe can prove that. Still, he was a man known in society circles. He wasn't
a gorilla type."

Higgins turned to Fellows.

"When we get to headquarters," he said, "you can spill what you know. In the meantime, tell me
something about yourself. We can have your statement on Prescott later."

Fellows explained his presence in Chicago in a quiet, convincing way. He spoke of his insurance business
and the wealth of his usual clients.

He said nothing about his mysterious chief in New York.

"Prescott was in a tough spot," he declared. "He wanted me to help him out. We were going to the
station. I was to take the Northwestern for Omaha; he was to drop out and take the Michigan Central
for New York."

Higgins nodded. He interrupted with a few words addressed to the police captain.

"The orders to kill Prescott came from higher up," was his comment. "Larrigan may have done it. Varona
may have ordered it. If Varona is responsible, the instructions probably came from the big shot."

"Savoli?"
"Correct."

As Higgins turned to Fellows, the police car stopped suddenly. They were at headquarters.

Captain Weaver alighted and walked away from the car, leaving Higgins with Fellows. The assistant
commissioner followed with the insurance broker. Fellows was speaking as they moved along.

Fellows had been doing some thinking during the ride. He was ready to tell the police everything he knew
about Horace Prescott. It would be the opening shot in a drastic campaign against gangdom. Higgins
would be able to act with the startling information he would gain.

With it all, Fellows could easily avoid mention of his real purpose in visiting Prescott. Neither Togo nor
Louie knew anything of Prescott's revelations.

Prescott had satisfied Fellows on that point. His servants had been chosen to create respectability, not to
act as associates.

"I know who killed Prescott," said Fellows quietly, as he stepped along beside Higgins. "I can positively
name the men in back of it, and tell why they struck."

Higgins stopped and clutched the insurance broker's arm. Something in the statement impressed him.