He saw them, too. “No, no, no!” Tony hurried toward them, wagging a long piano player’s finger. “If my wife sees you here, we all catch hell.” Dorothy held up a hand. “You’ll thank us when you hear what we have to tell you. You’re about to be raided. Mickey’s girl saw them here a few minutes ago.” Tony frowned. “You’re certain?” “If Mickey Finn wouldn’t know, who would?” she asked. “Did you have a rabbi and a priest in here a short while ago? They were Prohibition agents.” Tony’s face darkened; then he swung into action. “Carlos, get rid of that liquor!” he yelled to the man behind the narrow bar. “Put on the coffee and tea. But first, give these three each a drink on the house. Make it quick.” Carlos nodded, moving quickly and without question. Tony turned and addressed the room. The speakeasy wasn’t as crowded as it would be on a Saturday night, but there were enough people to make the place seem lively. “Ladies and gentlemen, please drink up,”
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