“Cronin has met The Shadow before.”
“Yes; but he has no knowledge of the man’s identity. He has never found The Shadow. It has always been The Shadow who has found him.”
“Cronin appears to be afraid of The Shadow.”
Borrango smiled sourly before he made his reply.
“I was afraid, last night,” he confessed. “You were not afraid, Nick. But I was afraid. Cronin was afraid, too.”
“How about Genara and Anelmo?”
“They do not fear The Shadow. They are ready to find him. But you know the limits of their ability. They kill those who are found for them. We cannot count upon them to find The Shadow.”
Nick Savoli was thoughtful; then he made a suggestion.
“This man Monk,” he said quietly. “He comes from New York. He is better than any of them. Where is he now?”
THE telephone rang before Borrango could offer a reply. The enforcer answered it, and engaged in a terse conversation. Savoli left the room for the time; when he returned, he found Borrango looking gloomily from the window.