“Suits me,” said Thurman.
“It would not be wise for you to meet him in town.” Borrango was speaking earnestly. “So he will pick you up at Casey’s old saloon in Cicero. The place is closed now.
“You be there at exactly one o’clock. McGinnis will come along in an old touring car, with flaps on the sides. Go with him. He’ll give you the lay.”
“This means a lot to you, Monk,” said Savoli. “If we can ever get a crack at The Shadow with the machine gun, it will be curtains for him. This trip with McGinnis will do you good.”
“I’ll be there,” promised Thurman.
“You’d better be,” said Borrango, with a friendly laugh. “There’s one grand in the job, if you do it right. Do you want the cash now, or to-morrow?”
“To-morrow will be soon enough,” replied Monk. “You’d better have that five grand ready for me, too. I’m going to get The Shadow! Don’t forget it!”
“Listen, Monk,” said Savoli, suddenly. “What do you think that bird is after?”
“Who? The Shadow?”
“Yes.”