It was known in the underworld that Homer Briggs had met the St. Louis yegg, Max Parker, here. The death of Silas Harshaw was a subject of discussion in the bad lands.
Many had speculated on the matter of Max’s death. None had any particular desire to muscle in on the opportunity, no matter what it might be. The death of Max Parker had curbed all enthusiasm for any one to test out an unknown enterprise.
The police were on the watch, which made it worse. But whatever the lay might be at Harshaw’s apartment, Homer Briggs was the one man who could tell. Hence he was due for questioning.
In a short while, Harry Vincent discovered that his surmise was correct. He heard the name of Briggs whispered behind him.
Now, Harry’s task was to learn where the man was hiding out. That meant that he must follow Briggs if necessary. He must manage to slip from the Black Ship when a good opportunity presented itself.
ANOTHER gangster joined Homer. The first one arose and strolled to a table near Harry. He buzzed a few words to the men sitting there.
His statement was inaudible to The Shadow’s operative. Briggs had finished a drink and was nervously rising.
It would not do to follow him immediately. Homer had proven to be too much the center of interest here.
A chance remark behind him made Harry prick his ears in hope of unexpected information. A moment later he heard the news he wanted.
“Briggs is a nervy guy,” a voice was saying. “Comin’ here dis way — wid de bulls all trackin’ him. He’s hidin’ out — an’ he oughta keep his mouth shut. But he ain’t.”