“Have you ever met him?”
“No. But if I do — ” The gangster made a motion of drawing an automatic.
“I would like to meet The Shadow,” he added, with an ugly sneer.
“You will have a chance to meet him,” said Savoli quietly.
“Me?” Monk snorted disgustedly. “Not me. I’m not going back to New York. That isn’t in our bargain. I work here in Chicago.”
“The Shadow is here in Chicago.”
Monk Thurman stared steadily at Nick Savoli, as though he doubted the statement that the big shot had made. He slowly seemed to realize that Savoli was serious. He looked at Borrango, and noted the soberness of the enforcer’s face.
“What’s up?” he demanded.
“The Shadow is here in Chicago,” said Borrango. “He tried to act smart last night. We should have nabbed him, but he got away. We are going to put him on the spot. It is up to you!”
MONK THURMAN did not respond to this decisive statement. He seemed to ponder on Borrango’s words. A full minute went by; then Savoli ended the silence.