Gus Zigler, owner of the cafe Canfield, was a huge man with a great shock of hair and small, close-set eyes in a fleshy face. On the evening our story opens, he was standing at one end of his crowded bar, watching the shouting, laughing, free-spending customers. But suddenly, three shots rang out! The shouts and laughter were silenced, and the gaze of everyone swung to the cafe's entrance, where four hooded men stood before spreading out, keeping their weapons leveled on the crowd...