“He lived here in Chicago,” objected Savoli.
“Yes,” said Borrango, “but there was a man with him — some man from New York — an insurance broker — “
Savoli looked quizzically at Monk Thurman.
“That is right,” he said. “Do you think the man could have been a friend of The Shadow?”
The New York gangster shrugged his shoulders.
“That may be it,” he said. “I’ll tell you something about The Shadow. He has his men, and he sticks by them. There’s not many of them, but he keeps them working.
“Perhaps this insurance man was one of his agents. If he was — well, it’s no wonder The Shadow is here in Chicago.”
NICK SAVOLI arose from his chair. He waved his hand toward Borrango, who was about to say something. Evidently the big shot decided that this matter had been discussed enough.
He stepped close to Monk Thurman, and gave his final instructions.
“You are a good man, Monk,” he said. “You will get this fellow they call The Shadow. You will get him quick. Understand?”