“You know who he is?”
“Know who he is? Say, Homer, anybody ought to know who he is. There’s only one guy in New York who could have made the get-away that guy is supposed to have made.”
“Who’s that?”
“The Shadow!”
Farley’s revelation caused Homer Briggs to crouch back upon his bench.
A small-timer among crooks, Homer had never encountered the man in black. But to him — as to all the yellow rats of the underworld — the name of The Shadow was a greater deterrent than the fear of the law.
The Shadow was known to war on dangerous mobsters. Many denizens of the bad lands feared to join gangs of gunmen because they dreaded an encounter with The Shadow.
Homer Briggs was one of these; and when he heard Farley boldly say that he would get The Shadow, the very thought was appalling.
“You — you” — Homer was chattering — “you’re going to get The — The Shadow!”
“Sure thing,” said Farley calmly. “What’s more, it’s going to be easy. And you’re going to help me, yellow!”