“Well, you’re meeting him now. This is him.”
Joe le Blanc uttered a low exclamation. Harry could tell by his expression that the name of “Monk” Thurman carried great weight with him.
Harry had heard the name, too. Monk Thurman was notorious in New York. He had been arrested for dozens of crimes, and had always established an alibi.
Le Blanc was looking at the New York gangster, and Harry followed suit. Monk Thurman was the type of man who would command attention. He seemed to take no interest in what Eddie Heeny had said. His attitude was one of complete indifference.
“Brought him along tonight,” said Heeny. “He blew into town to-day.
“Did you read the New York papers, yesterday? They had a rumor that Monk had disappeared. Well, this is where he disappeared to. Chicago. Here he is!
“I used to know him back in New York. This is the one and only Monk Thurman.”
LE BLANC did not question why the New York gunman had made his visit to Chicago. Questions of idle curiosity were not common among gangsters. Instead, he took the attitude that Heeny had accomplished something by bringing in this notorious master of the automatic.
“Want Monk to see the place in here?” he asked.
“Good idea, Joe,” replied Heeny. “It’s time for you to go in, anyway. Take him along with you; but don’t introduce him. Let him look the lay over. He’ll be recognized soon enough.”