"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 039 - Road of Crime" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

KING FURZMAN scowled as he heard the words. His face showed disapproval of Graham
Wellerton's comment. After a moment of consideration, the big shot voiced his thoughts.

"What's the idea of that crack, Wellerton?" he questioned. "The way you spoke, it sounded as though
you're glad Wolf Daggert flopped on the job today. Have I got you right?"

"You have," retorted Graham, in a direct tone. "The sooner you find out that Wolf Daggert is a has-been,
the better it will be for you - and therefore for me. Figure it out for yourself, King. I pulled a sweet job
today - Wolf Daggert made a total failure."

"All right. What about it?"

"Wolf has his gang. I have mine. Both outfits are yours. Therefore, there is a connection. Some of my
crowd may know the fellows who were killed down at the Parkerside Trust. Is that going to improve my
chances of future success?"

"No," admitted King Furzman.

"You're right it's not!" declared Graham. "What's more, it's put a crimp in the whole works. Bank tellers -
watchmen - cops - they'll all be chesty now. They'll talk about the way the mob was stopped at the
Parkerside Trust."

King Furzman began to nod. Graham Wellerton had gained his point. Yet the big shot was not entirely
satisfied.

"Wolf Daggert is an old hand," he remarked. "He pulled some good jobs on his own - and he started out
well when he began to work for me. I don't like to give him the gate, just because of this flop."

"Wolf is inefficient," asserted Graham, rising to his feet. "I knew it when I worked with him. He was lucky
to get by as long as he did. He counted on me to help him, but never gave me the credit that was coming
to me. You found out where I stood. You gave me my own mob. You've seen what I can do.

"Listen, King. When a crowd goes in to stick up a bank, everything depends on teamwork. It's a matter
of seconds. You get the jump on the people there or they get the jump on you.

"The Parkerside Trust should have been a set-up today. The tough job was the Terminal National - I
that's why Wolf let me take it. The odds were with him - the odds were against me. I came through and
Wolf didn't."

"The tear gas was a great stunt."

"Certainly. Wolf could have used it on his job, but he didn't show any brain work."

"I can't let Wolf out."

"I'm not asking you to. But I'm telling you this, King: while Wolf is working in New York, I'm not!"

The big shot surveyed his lieutenant narrowly. His fat lips took on an ugly leer.

"You're thinking of quitting, eh?" questioned Furzman. "Figuring maybe you'd better take it soft -"