The gangster nodded.
“All right. Go. Let me know what happens.”
When Monk Thurman had departed, Nick Savoli turned to his enforcer.
“Make sure that no wires are tapped. Have Genara and Anelmo stay at Marmosa’s headquarters, and tell them to keep looking for The Shadow.
“Monk has told us that The Shadow has his men. Perhaps we can find one of them. If so — “
Mike Borrango nodded soberly. He realized that this was an additional task for him to perform. The formation of the new districts was great in itself; yet he knew that Nick Savoli would not be satisfied until The Shadow had been put on the spot.
“I shall have Cronin watch,” said Borrango cunningly. “He has met The Shadow before. Perhaps he can see some one that may give him a clew.
“I shall keep him at Marmosa’s, also. He will not do as your bodyguard, but he will be valuable in this new work.”
The enforcer grinned. He still had an unpleasant memory of the man in black. But to-day, in the security of Nick Savoli’s apartment, The Shadow seemed weak and powerless.
Borrango was thinking of the dangerous gangsters who had fallen through their opposition to the big shot. They had been men who shot to kill; not masqueraders who wore black cloaks and kept their faces hidden.