“Perhaps?” questioned Savoli.
“Perhaps Thurman can tell us of The Shadow,” said Borrango. “He comes from New York. We will question him.”
“Good,” agreed Savoli. “But we have other work for him to do first. We must test him.”
Borrango nodded. Savoli arose from his chair and the two men left the library.
“Perhaps Monk Thurman can tell us,” Borrango spoke in an undertone as he walked along. “Perhaps he knows who The Shadow is. Perhaps” — he smiled as though the thought pleased him greatly — “perhaps Monk Thurman is the one who can put The Shadow on the spot!”
CHAPTER XII
SAVOLI HAS VISITORS
HALF an hour after Steve Cronin’s departure, a tall man entered the Escadrille Apartments. He walked directly to the elevator, and stepped inside.
The operator surveyed him curiously. The man was a stranger to him, and in all his contact with mobsters, the elevator operator had never seen a man like this one.
He stared at the masklike face, with the steely eyes, and wondered who this visitor might be.