Dozens of gangsters were being sent to the penitentiary for long-term imprisonments. Nick Savoli and Mike Borrango, indicted on many counts, had jumped their bail.
The big shot’s power was gone; his organized machine had been shattered to atoms.
The city election was the latest news that Harry read. It had resulted in a clean sweep for the reform forces.
Instead of being dominated by gangsters and hoodlums, the polls had been orderly and under police protection.
The crushing hand of gangdom had been lifted from the metropolis of the Middle West, and the only remnants of the mobs which had formerly run riot were small groups of lesser gangsters who could make no progress against the police force.
All this, Harry knew, had been accomplished through the dynamic efforts of one man — a master mind who knew the ways of criminals, and who conquered them in combat.
The credit for the mighty upheaval belonged to that mysterious person who could elude the public eye as cleverly as he had slipped from the grasp of Nick Savoli and the other mobsmen.
The Shadow had cleaned up Chicago!