“We will have to do it,” agreed Savoli, “but we must wait a while, if possible. I have one more job for Monk Thurman — “
“What is that?”
“This man they call The Shadow. We must find him. Monk may know who he is. Monk is the man to fix him.”
“The Shadow?” Mike Borrango’s voice was contemptuous. “Who is The Shadow? Steve Cronin spoke of him. But Steve is yellow.”
“Machine-gun McGinnis is not yellow. Neither is Brodie. The Shadow made trouble for them, as well — “
“Because he surprised them. That is all. What has become of him since then? He has done nothing. He is gone. He is one man, without a mob. What can he do?”
Savoli rose from his chair, and walked slowly from the room, with Borrango close beside him. At the door, the big shot spoke to his enforcer.
“You may be right,” he said. “The Shadow — whoever he may be — has no power against us. Now that we know of him, he is afraid.
“Yet we will play the game safe. We will give this Monk a chance to kill The Shadow. If he succeeds, we may save him from Larrigan. If he fails — let Larrigan have him.”
“Let Larrigan have him anyway,” said Borrango. “As for The Shadow — he is probably miles away from Chicago by now.”