“You like to get them quick?”
The words came from Nick Savoli. He was studying Cronin narrowly, and the New York gangster detected an ominous tone in the big shot’s words. Yet the question allowed only one reply.
“Sure,” said Cronin boldly. “I like to go after my man and find him, wherever he is. I’ll put anybody on the spot — anywhere — any time.”
“Then get The Shadow.”
Steve Cronin turned pale. He had not expected this instruction. He glanced from Savoli to Borrango, and he realized that he had placed himself in a predicament.
“Sure, I’ll get The Shadow,” he said weakly. “I’ll get him if I can find him. But where am I going to find him? Maybe — maybe — “
“Maybe he’ll find you first, eh?” quizzed Savoli.
“Maybe he will,” admitted Cronin, in a feeble voice.
The two Italians looked at the gunman contemptuously. Then Nick Savoli became suddenly confidential. His words were intended to inspire new courage in the faltering spirit of Steve Cronin.
“You can get him, Steve,” he said. “We’ll fix it so as to help you. Marmosa needs a new man, don’t he, Mike?”