“Well, you didn’t do so bad, Lance. Marty was to blame. He’s out of it from now on.”
“You’re right he’s out of it!” Lance agreed. “He’d be pushin’ up posies, if I hadn’t been there. I got him off in a taxi an’ took him to a medico who don’t ask questions. He won’t be back on the job for a month.”
“We can do without him,” said Flash.
“Yeah?” There was a peculiar significance in Lance Bolero’s tone that made Donegan stare. “Maybe you could do without me, too. I’m not workin’ shorthanded — not after what I found out. I talked to Marty while he was groanin’ in the cab.”
“What of it?”
“Well, I found out who it was that got him.”
“Who?”
“The Shadow!”
FLASH DONEGAN stared hard at the speaker. Dip Riker did the same. An expression of unbelief appeared on Flash’s face. The racketeer’s lips formed a sour grin. His countenance changed, however, when he looked at Dip Riker.
The evil-faced gangster was white. His eyes were those of a hunted creature. The mention of that one name — The Shadow — had struck terror into his heart.