“I botched things up?” retorted Thurman. “You fellows were to blame. Why couldn’t you make that guy talk?”
Anelmo shrugged his shoulders, and Genara made a similar gesture. They had nothing more to say.
They were antagonistic toward Monk Thurman, but they knew it would not be wise to continue the argument. They left the underground room with the New York gangster. When they reached the street, Monk uttered an exclamation of surprise.
“So they pinched your buggy!” he said. “Well, you have to ride back with me. Funny they didn’t take both of them. I guess you crippled that fellow Vincent so he wasn’t able to drive a car. Well, come along.”
IT was a silent trio that drove back toward the Loop. Monk Thurman turned into a street that led to the Escadrille Apartments. He stopped in front of Savoli’s residence, and motioned toward the door.
“Go on in,” he said. “Tell the big boy all about it.”
Genara and Anelmo alighted from the coupe.
“What about you?” demanded Genara. “He sent you. Are you coming in with us?”
“Tell him I’ll be there to-morrow. I’m going to be busy tonight. I’m out to get The Shadow!”
“Yeah? What if you don’t find him?”