Looks like it's going to be one of those nights.

That's right, Gertie, guests don't usually drop by in the middle of the night.  At least, not guests that are looking for a cup of sugar or a spot of tea.  Of course, there is the possibility that she might be a tad jumpy what with all of that money stowed in the basement, but this is a Dick Tracy comic, so I think that we can rest assured that those cars do not contain someone who needs directions, or just wants to drop by and chew the fat at eleven o'clock at night.  Though actually, if I were Gertie, I'd be more concerned about those glowing eyes peering in through the window.  Criminals I'm sure she can deal with since she used to be one, but monsters or creatures from another world are another matter entirely.  Time to call The Monster Squad.  (Unless those are her eyes and she has some sort of eye beam like Superman or Cyclops.  That would be cool and she wouldn't have to be afraid of whoever is in those cars, unless they blindfold her before she can do anything.  Then she's doomed.)
It looks like things are really starting to get rolling, what with all of the trouble B.O., Gertie, and Tracy have gotten themselves into, and now we're introducing more guns into the mix.  Who knows what B.O.'s going to pull out later.  (Tommy?  Gatling?  Smith and Wesson?  Only time will tell.  I guess first he has to get himself untied and out of the back of that car.)  While Gertie is getting ready to greet her guests by packing a little heat, Tracy has awakened to find packed heat pointed at his head by none other than the true owner of the casino.  Could it be that the mysterious Ace has finally decided to make an appearance?  (This could be fun.  I hear the guy is a real card.)  Let's hope that Tracy comes out of his flashback before the big guy loses patience with him, and let's also hope that those guns Gertie is reaching for are loaded.