“He’s going to start to wonder — and that’s when I’m going to land him!
“The Shadow, they call him. Well, they call me Killer. Killer Durgan. That’s me!”
The big racketeer swung his hand and knocked over a table beside him. A delicate vase was shattered to atoms as it was crushed beneath the falling table.
Killer Durgan laughed. He had heard good news!
CHAPTER XIII
THE SHADOW IS REPAID
CLIFF MARSLAND smiled to himself as he rolled along in a taxicab which he had entered outside Larchmont Court. Things were breaking well tonight.
He had left Madge after they had departed from the Club Drury. It had been much later than they had expected, but the girl had assured him that she would experience no trouble with Killer Durgan, as the racketeer had other problems that night.
After leaving Madge some distance from Larchmont Court, he had come directly to the apartment. He had decided to smoke a cigarette in his accustomed chair, while he waited to see that she arrived.
While he was thus engaged, two men had stepped from an elevator. One was Ernie Shires. The other was a big, tall individual whom Cliff judged to be a dock walloper.