“The Shadow!”
“Yes.”
Briggs shook his head doubtfully.
“He’s a tough guy to buck, Bob,” he said. “I reckon the Boss can do it. He’s a smart bird.
“But The Shadow ain’t no softy himself. He’s spoiled a lot of good lays for a lot of clever guys. He might not get at us — but he’s liable to cause a mix-up.”
“The Chief has doped it, Briggs,” said Bob, impatiently, as though he did not relish the conversation. “You know what The Shadow does — he looks in on a lot of jobs that the police have slipped up on. That’s his game, isn’t it?”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Well, figure it like the Chief does, then. This Barker proposition was passed up by the cops. They got nowhere with it. So The Shadow decided to look.
“But before he does, I’m in here! Bob Galvin, I am, come into my own. The girl’s O.K. - so’s old Hodgson. It’s not any person The Shadow’s after — it’s the scene of the crime.”
“That sounds O.K.”