Chapter 11
THAT pair of ex-vaudevillians were not doing any act now. Cellini knew with uncomfortable certainty that they were coming up with every intention to kill him.
Cellini buttoned his jacket tightly. He wanted neither the photographs of the tattoo designs nor their negatives to slip out of his shirt. Cellini pushed down the safety of the automatic and paused uncertainly.
Should he return to Bornaman's apartment or was it wiser to hug the shadows of the hallway?
The steps were coming nearer. He moved silently down the hallway, circled the newel and gingerly tried a few steps. They creaked and he stood still, not daring to go higher. Now, he could hear Dado and Vanzy stopping in front of the apartment door for a whispered consultation.
Cellini continued up the stairway.
One of t
