He turned to Wally, who was standing at the foot of the bed, looking disgruntled.
'Go over in the corner, dim-wit,' said Cronin. 'I want to talk business with a man that has brains. If you ear the dope, you'll probably spoil it. You're just the deuce spot in this deck of cards, from now on.'
He beckoned to Harry, who rose from the chair and joined Cronin in the corner opposite the indignant Wally.
'Listen,' said Cronin, placing one hand upon Harry's shoulder and speaking low in his ear. 'I've got a plan, but it takes nerve to work it. You're just the fellow I've been looking for. You see, it's this way -'
SOMETHING caught Vincent in the back of the neck. His teeth clicked as his head went backward. A hand was planted against his chin, and the side of his head was driven against the wall. Just before he felt the blow, he heard the sneering laugh of Steve Cronin. Then consciousness left him, and his body slumped to the floor.
'Jujutsu stuff, Wally,' chuckled Cronin. 'He's out, and he'll stay out.'
'What's the idea, Steve?' asked the amazed Wally. 'Ain't you going to let him work with us?'
'This guy? You must be crazy.'
'What did you tell him all your business for then?'
'To make him believe me.'
'You could have given him a phony story, Steve.'
'Not with you around, Wally. He was looking at you. You might have given the game away. The easiest system was to tell him the truth.'
'Well, he fell for it. But he'll know too much when he wakes up.'
Steve Cronin laughed.
'He knew too much anyway,' he said. 'He knew who I was. But he won't know anything about it when he wakes up. Because he isn't going to wake up.'
'You're going to bump him off?'
'Of course.'
'Why didn't you do it right here?'
'Wally, there's no use trying to talk with you. Kill him here? Make a big noise about it? All sorts of trouble then. Nothing doing. We aren't going to figure in this thing at all - so far as anybody can find out.
You wait here and watch him. If he starts to wake up, tap him neatly with this. I'll be back in a few minutes.'
Steve Cronin drew a blackjack from his pocket and handed it to his companion in crime. He left the room. Ten minutes later, he returned.
He glanced at the form of Harry Vincent as it lay limp in the corner. Then he looked at Wally and grinned
- and his ugly smile spoke more clearly than words.
'Come on, Wally,' he said. 'Help me pick him up. We'll take him out like he was drunk. You've got your car near here?'
'Just down the street.'
'We'll put him in it. Then I'll tell you what to do. You're going to learn something to-night, Wally. I've used the rod to put some fellows away, but I know better ways of doing it. Safer ways.'
Steve Cronin laughed again as they braced the unconscious Harry Vincent between their shoulders. He was satisfied that this man who knew too much would soon be where he could never reveal his knowledge.
CHAPTER VII. DOOMED TO DIE
AN old touring car was standing at the side of a dirt road. Its lights were extinguished, and the vehicle was totally obscured in the darkness. There were two men in the car. The one at the wheel was listening intently. The other, who was beside him, was motionless as though asleep.
A motor throbbed in the distance, and as the sound came closer, the man at the wheel of the touring car opened the door and stepped to the ground. He looked back along the road toward the red light of a railroad crossing. A pair of headlights appeared beyond, and a moving automobile came rapidly in view.
The second car came alongside the first and stopped in the center of the road. The motor was turned off.
The man beside the touring car was in the glare of the headlights. He stepped to the car which had just arrived and opened the door. It was a closed job.
A laugh came from within the automobile. A voice followed.
'How do you like my new sedan, Wally?'
'Pretty nice,' said the man on the ground, in an admiring tone. 'Where did you get it?'
'Pinched it,' was the reply. 'How long have you been here?'
'About ten minutes, Steve. Boy, you sure made good time.'
'I work fast, Wally.'
'What are you going to do now, Steve?'
The man at the wheel of the sedan consulted his watch by the dashlight.
'I'm going to wait about five minutes,' he said. 'In that short time I'm going to go over this little lesson that you've been learning. I want you to know all the details of the Steve Cronin system for disposing of smart guys - like that fellow you have in the car. Did he wake up at all?'
'Started to, Steve. I tapped him easy, like you said.'
'That's good. If he's half awake, it's all the better for us.'
'What's the game, Steve?'
'Don't be impatient, Wally. Let's go over details. Do you know what I did when I went downstairs in the hotel?'
'You picked up a road map for one thing. I know that because you showed me how to get out here. You told me to take my time. I'm glad you let me come easy, because this road is a rough one, all right. I nearly busted a spring. I'll bet there's not a car a week comes along here.'
'That's all the better. Well, I'll tell you something else I did while I was downstairs. I picked up a few timetables, and it took me just about three minutes to find out what I wanted to know.'
'What was that?'
'The times of passenger trains on some of the branch lines in and out of Harrisburg. This branch back here for instance.'
'Did you get the dope you wanted?'
'I did, Wally,' he said. 'I'll come to that later. After you started away, I walked down the street by the hotel. We did a neat job getting this fellow Vincent into your car. He looked just like a regular drunk.
'When I'd been out on the street before I came up to find you in the room, I saw this sedan, and it looked like an easy one to pinch. These babies were all I needed' - he clinked a bunch of keys in his pocket - 'so I gave you time to get started and then I followed along in this nice new automobile. I picked up a few articles I needed while I was on my way here and now I'm ready for business.'
Cronin stepped from the sedan and walked over to the touring car. He pulled a small flashlight from his pocket and studied the face of Harry Vincent.
'He'll be out for pretty near an hour anyway,' Cronin observed. 'So we don't have to worry about that.
But we'll plant a few things to make it look good.'
He pulled three bottles from his pocket. Two were empty; the odd one was about one-third filled.
'Have a drink, Wally,' said Cronin, passing the last bottle to his companion. 'Leave some, though. I brought that along with me from Cleveland.'
Wally gulped at the bottle, and Cronin followed suit. Then he poured tiny quantities of the liquor into the empty bottles and shook them around. He put the cork back into the bottle that still contained a little liquid. This he thrust in Harry's pocket. He tossed the empty bottles in the back of the touring car.
'You went through this fellow's pockets, didn't you?' he asked.
'Sure thing,' replied Wally.
'What did you take?'
'Only his watch and his money - about forty dollars. Nothing else there that I wanted.'
