Thurman accepted the money without an expression of thanks. As on the previous occasion, he added the bills to his own fat roll.
“What’s my next job?” he asked abruptly.
Borrango looked quizzically at Savoli. The big shot nodded, and the enforcer spoke.
“Did you ever hear of The Shadow?” he questioned.
A look of startled amazement flickered over Monk Thurman’s face. It was the first time that either Savoli or Borrango had seen an emotion registered upon those chiseled features.
In an instant the expression was gone. Monk Thurman did not speak. Instead, he simply nodded.
“What is he?” asked Savoli, in a hard voice.
“The Shadow?” Monk laughed in his rasping, mirthless manner. “He is one who makes trouble.”
“How does he make trouble?”
“He finds out the plans of the big shots. He spoils them. They say that those who meet The Shadow never forget it.”