bullets somewhere in your body."
"Yeah?" Wolf was again indignant. "Well, it was The Shadow right enough -
you can ask Pinkey Doremas if you don't believe me. He was just inside the door
when the shots began -"
"Where is Pinkey now?"
"Down in Red Mike's place. He got plugged twice - I had to shove him in
the car. I've got a sawbones down there to look after him - you know, the old
doc who's in wrong an' who comes around whenever we need him."
Graham Wellerton was leaning back in his chair, chuckling merrily. Wolf
Daggert stopped short to stare at him. King Furzman angrily demanded the cause
of Graham's merriment.
"Do you want to know why I'm laughing?" questioned Graham. "I'll tell you
why, King. Wolf is yellow - up to his old tricks. He never went into that bank
with the mob. He was laying outside and he helped the only man who managed to
get away - Pinkey Doremas - the one nearest the door when the firing started!"
WOLF'S lips were fidgeting. The peaked face gang leader stared angrily at
Graham, then glanced nervously at King Furzman. At last he spoke, in a
wheedling tone.
"I ain't yellow," he pleaded. "I wasn't in the bank - but it wasn't
because I'm yellow. You know the getaway counts, King. That's why I was outside
-"
"Wait a minute!" Furzman's exclamation was delivered in a serious tone.
"We're getting at something now. How far down the street were you, Wolf?"
"About a hundred feet," said Wolf reluctantly. "Yeah - just about a
hundred feet -"
"Around the corner," added Graham calmly.
"What if I was around the corner?" blurted Wolf. "It don't matter where I
was, does it? I know how to manage my mob -"
Graham was enjoying another chuckle at Wolf's expense. The yellow gang
leader had admitted his cowardice. King Furzman, however, saw a more important
angle to the situation. It was the big shot who ended the controversy between
the lieutenants by injecting a growled interruption.
"The Shadow was in it, all right," decided Furzman. "You can't blame Wolf,
Wellerton. The Shadow can queer any job when he starts out. Say - this is bad
all around."
"How?" questioned Graham.
"The Shadow must have picked up the trail of Wolf's mob," declared the big
shot seriously. "They say he's always snooping around to see what the gangs are
doing. He cleaned up the mob today; his next step will be to get Wolf. That may
lead him here - to me - to you -"
"All of which can be avoided," interrupted Graham.
"How?" quizzed the big shot.
"Let Wolf lay low," declared Graham. "Have him keep away from here - take
his time about getting another mob. Then" - Graham followed the plan that he
had suggested prior to Wolf's arrival - "I can slide out of town with my mob
and work somewhere else. That leaves you clear, King."
The big shot nodded solemnly. Wolf Daggert, thankful that criticism had
ceased, said nothing. The arrangements which Graham Wellerton proposed, came as
