“Sometimes,” said Harry.
He was staring ahead, answering the question in an odd voice as though he had heard the words through a dense fog.
“You ought to be out tonight, then,” was the next statement. “This is going to be a big night.”
“A big night?” echoed Harry.
“Sure,” said the mobsman, rising. “They’re going to get a big guy. I’m going to be there, too.”
“A big guy?” asked Harry dully.
“A big guy,” the man repeated, leaning against Harry’s shoulder. “A big, big guy. The Shadow! Ever hear of him?”
“The Shadow!”
THE gunman laughed at the startled tone in Harry’s voice. He did not take the exclamation as anything unusual.
The name of The Shadow was important enough to rouse any dope fiend from a state of coma.