This was known to Moose Shargin; hence the gangster understood the Chinaman’s shrug. Nevertheless, he was anxious to convince Wing Toy that a real menace existed.
“Did you ever hear of The Shadow?” asked Moose.
“The Shadow?”
“Yes; the bird that tries to crimp anything he thinks is crooked, but doesn’t need the cops to help him—”
Wing Toy nodded suddenly.
“Yes,” he declared, “I have heard of him. Once a long time ago — this Shadow made trouble with some Chinese. He is the one that seeks your prisoner?”
“Yes. We’ve been watching for him, but so far, he has laid low. So we’re trying the decoy stuff. We’ve played it so he knows where we have gone. He may be on our trail now.”
“That was not wise,” observed Wing Toy. “It would have been better to have led him to some other place.”
“You don’t know The Shadow. He’s uncanny, that bird. Even now, it’s a safe bet that he knows we’re giving him some leads. But he won’t stop at any danger.
“If he knows where Galvin is, he’ll come there. So we figured it was best to bring him here. There’s another reason, too, Wing Toy. We knew that if anybody could trap him, you could.”