“And look over these rods that Lance is getting. Tell me if they’re O.K. Any guy that looks suspicious — give him the works.”
The two gangsters nodded in unison. Flash Donegan waved them to the door. When they were gone, the smooth-faced racketeer took a bottle from behind the table and poured himself a drink.
“So The Shadow’s in this, eh?” he growled. “Well, it’s going to be too bad for The Shadow. I know his game.
“The Shadow works alone, as a rule. That’s what they say. Well, I don’t work alone. When I need a mob, I get one. That’s what The Shadow’s up against — a mob!”
Flash poured himself another drink, and stood grinning with the bottle in his hand.
“Even Dip and Lance don’t know,” he said in a low voice. “Even they don’t know what this racket’s all about. If they don’t know, The Shadow isn’t going to know. The Shadow — a big shot — nix!” Flash laughed his contempt.
“I’m backed by a bigger guy than The Shadow! A guy that’s bigger than The Shadow ever thought of being. Let him come on — The Shadow. We’re ready for him!”
CHAPTER XIII
THE TEMPLE OF SILENCE
THE next night, Flash Donegan left his apartment and walked around the corner to the parking space where he kept his car. He was cautious, for he was bound on a very definite errand.