Orlinov pressed a button on the wall. A few minutes later, the abrupt honk of a horn was heard from the front of the house. Orlinov arose, and both Tremont and Cliff followed him. A limousine was waiting outside, chauffeured by one of Orlinov's converted gangsters.

Cliff was elated as they rode toward Glendale. This was a great break. He had anticipated no difficulty in getting to the station on the morrow, for he had previously been sent with the chauffeur to get the mail. But tonight — in time for the last train — that worked in direct accordance with plans which he had been given by The Shadow. The big car pulled up by the station. Cliff alighted with Tremont and Orlinov. The two men were conversing about minor matters.

Cliff, as he strolled beside them, was positive that Orlinov was watching him, and that he was also under scrutiny from the gangster in the car. Cliff smiled to himself. His opportunity would be here soon. He waited until the headlight of the New York express came glowing down the track. His left hand slipped in his pocket. It emerged holding the folded envelope. Cliff's body was turned so that neither Orlinov nor the man in the car could possibly spy the missive.

It was at that moment that a young man idling on the station platform arose and moved past Cliff. Their hands met, and as the stranger continued, it was he — not Cliff Marsland — who carried the folded envelope.

Calmly and deliberately, Cliff Marsland had passed his message to Clyde Burke, whom The Shadow had stationed in Glendale for this purpose. Constantly in the neighborhood of the station, Clyde was ready for any report that might be slipped to him.

But Cliff did more. As Burke moved onward, Orlinov's new secretary raised his left hand to his hip. His outthrust elbow was a signal. Clyde saw it as the train was stopping.

The signal meant that the message was intended for The Shadow, that it should be taken directly to him. Clyde, with his hands in his pockets, stepped aboard the train.

Thus it was that two passengers left Glendale that night — each bound on a mission.

Cross-purposes were involved. Glade Tremont was on his way to prepare for some new crime.

Clyde Burke was taking information to The Shadow.