“I shall tell them to try again,” replied Borrango smoothly. “Then, if they fail, they can dispose of him. We will accomplish that much, at least.”
“All right,” agreed Savoli.
Borrango turned to the telephone. He was about to give the order for the Homicide Twins to settle their score with Harry Vincent. But a sudden word stopped him.
“Wait!” The exclamation came from Monk Thurman.
Both Savoli and Borrango looked at the New York gangster. Monk Thurman was leaning forward in his chair, staring straight ahead, as though visualizing the entire situation.
“You must not kill this man,” he declared. “Do not kill him — until he tells all he knows. It would be a great mistake.”
“The man will not talk,” objected Borrango impatiently.
“He must be made to talk,” insisted Monk. “Genara and Anelmo do not know how to make him talk. I could make him talk.”
“How?” asked Borrango.
“I have my methods,” replied the New York gangster. “More than that, I know something of The Shadow. I can ask this man questions that will lead him on. Tell me where he is. I will go there — “