![]() ![]() Maybe there would be larger shares, if thugs met up with The Shadow. ![]() They were figuring that Murk was playing into Castenago's probable argument that less money would be satisfactory, if each man received a larger share. Murk's followers hadn't forgotten what happened to their pals in Miami Beach. Last night, there had been gatomontes lurking among the buildings, and merrymakers thronging the plazas, making both courses difficult. In fact, The Shadow didn't have the slightest bother, until he reached the palace itself. This evening, the gatomontes were watching the streets, to make sure that a certain car coming from the casino was neither followed nor intercepted while the plazas were deserted because there was no fiesta. ![]() Murk was marked safe only through Castenago's aid. Besides, ten millions wouldn't have been worth ten cents, had he stayed in the United States after his crime, or even fled to any country other than Centralba. A million dollars was probably far beyond any of his crooked dreams. It wasn't surprising that Murk had settled for so little. When we get the dough, we can forget the bonus." "What we asked for, with a bonus later, when we nick The Shadow. That's only the line I'm going to hand Castenago, he assured.
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