“He comes right out of the car like a big, black blanket. He wraps himself around Birdie, and shoots him with his own rod. Birdie flops in the street. Away goes The Shadow — just like the street gobbled him up.”
“You saw that, Spotter?”
“I did. You’ll believe me yet, Reds. You see this room we’re in right now? Well, the gang had The Shadow right in here. But he got away.”
“How?”
“Mopped up a dozen of ‘em — in the dark. Threw ‘em out. Locked that big door on ‘em. They tried to bust in.”
“Well, did they get him?”
“Yes, they did — not. He shot a tear bomb into ‘em — that’s what he did. Walked right through the mob, wearing goggles.
“I could tell you more, Reds. Some of the other boys could tell you, too. But none of us like to talk about it.
“Listen, Reds, there ain’t no danger of The Shadow bein’ mixed up in this racket of yours, is there?”
Reds Mackin spread his hands depreciatively.