"A stool," said the crafty-faced man. "I seen de guy once before. He's a bad egg."
A chorus of snarls followed these words.
"Spotter knows 'em all," affirmed a thug. "He can pick 'em out when he sees 'em. Let's get busy."
Spotter smiled. He had made the right statement. He was glad that he had not mentioned the name of The Shadow. It was known to comparatively few in the underworld; those who had heard the name held it in awe.
"Easy now, boys," commanded Red Mike. "Wait till we know that everything is quiet."
One of the two men who had left now reappeared at the entrance.
"All right outside," he reported. "Geek is watchin'. Youse can go ahead."
Red Mike produced a hammer and chisel. He began to pry one of the iron plates from the door.
"Watch out, Mike," warned Spotter. "He may pot you t'rough de door."
"Not with them little toy guns."