McGinnis had gone on alone, but to no avail.
What had become of Monk? That was a question that perplexed both Savoli and Borrango.
They had but one cause for rejoicing; that was the fact that Larrigan had struck crudely, and had made no attempt at subtle effort. They knew now that he was their enemy, even though they did not know why.
Before the reports of the road-house shooting had been printed in the morning newspapers, the Savoli organization was in motion.
Its many industries — gambling, bootlegging, and other activities — must go on. But with it all, gunmen were set to work, to meet the onslaughts of Larrigan’s mob.
There were other dangers, too. The murders of Varona and Vacchi were traced to Nails Pietro and his gang. They, like Larrigan and his crew, were to be the objects of Savoli’s vengeance.
Even without the four men who had been so important to him, Nick Savoli was confident. Yet he was anxious to trace Monk Thurman.
The New York gangster would be most useful now. That was not all; even in this mad whirl of approaching warfare, the big shot had not forgotten a sinister figure in black — a man whose hand had entered into the grim game.
Nick Savoli was on guard against — The Shadow!