“Last night?” Monk’s voice was defiant. “I suppose those two gorillas of yours have been cooking up a phony story. They could have fixed everything if they had used any sense!”
“You didn’t make out well when you met The Shadow.”
“Perhaps not; but that was only the first time. I’m still out to get him, and I will get him.”
“Have you any idea where he has gone?” questioned Borrango.
“No,” returned the gunman, “but I’m going to find out.”
“Well,” said Borrango, in his smooth, persuasive voice, “we’ve got another job for you in the meantime, Monk. You did good work before; and you’ll get another crack at The Shadow.
“Tonight, we’re going to put a couple of double-crossers on the spot, and you’re the man we need to help out with the job.”
Monk Thurman appeared to be interested in Borrango’s statement. The enforcer followed up his words.
“We’ve been looking for a new man to work with McGinnis,” said Borrango. “You know McGinnis, don’t you? Machine-gun McGinnis?
“He’s taking out the typewriter tonight, and he’s going to bump off a bunch of hoodlums at a road house out past Cicero. He needs an old hand to help him. That’s your job for tonight, Monk.”