Until this night, Harry Vincent had believed that only one human being was capable of performing the wonders just displayed by Monk Thurman — and that being was The Shadow!
CHAPTER VI
AT THE GRAY MILL
MARMOSA, Harry Vincent, and Joe le Blanc, were having lunch in a corner of the balcony the following noon. Monk Thurman’s action of the day before was on the minds of all of them.
Marmosa and Le Blanc were familiar with the havoc wrought by Chicago gunmen, and were forced to admit that this newcomer from New York had shown more finesse than any one they knew.
“Where can he be found?” questioned Marmosa. “Did he tell you where he was staying?”
Le Blanc shook his head.
“He didn’t talk much,” he said. “I never met him before. Heeny brought him in.”
“Heeny’s dead,” Marmosa replied. “We can’t learn from him — but I want to know.”
“We might learn by tracing Heeny. Some one introduced him to Heeny. We’ll learn who it was.”