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The killers headed for the railroad ferry

O’Shay pulled a thick envelope from his overcoat and counted out fifty hundred-dollar bills on Toain and stuffed the money in his trousers

“Pleasure doing business”

O’Shay said, “I’ll have use for those tong hatchet men, too”

Co hatchetabout, Brian O’Shay?”

“Those two highbinders fro”

“How in Christ’s name did you know about them?”

“Don’t let the fancy duds confuse you, Tommy I’m still ahead of you and alill be”

O’Shay turned on his heel and stalked out of the saloon

Toers A boy naray On the street, he was almost as invisible as the vers and what oes by”

Paddy the Rat followed O’Shay east across 39th The low as he cut a path through the shabbily dressed poor who thronged the greasy cobblestones He crossed Tenth Avenue, crossed Ninth, where he neatly sidestepped a drunk who lurched at him from the shadow of the elevated train tracks Just past Seventh he stopped in front of an auto-rental garage and peered in the plate-glass

Paddy crept close to a teaing chests to keep them calm, he racked his brain How could he follow O’Shay if he rented an automobile?

O’Shay turned abruptly frolass and hurried on

Paddy got uncooing up, tall offices and hotels The grand Metropolitan Opera House reared up like a palace If the cops saw hih

borhood O’Shay was nearing Broadway Suddenly he disappeared