Tremont made a gesture to indicate that Cliff would be obliterated from the horizon.
Savette shook his head.
"Don't act too quickly, Glade," he advised, in a crafty tone. "We can never be too sure. I agree with you that we can take our time. But I am not yet satisfied that The Shadow is dead."
"There's no doubt about it. Biff talked with the man who shot him."
"People do not always die when they are shot. If The Shadow is dead, I want to be sure of it. Wait until they find his body, drifting in the Sound."
"They may never find it," answered Tremont. "There are heavy currents along this part of the shore. You cannot count on that."
"I am not counting on anything," asserted Savette. "That is the very point I am trying to make you consider. You are right when you say the game is ours. We want to keep it ours."
"How?"
"By continuing to hold Marsland. We have him safe. You gave The Shadow your ultimatum. So long as Marsland lives, we are protected, even though The Shadow may have escaped."
"That is right," acquiesced Tremont. "Marsland can do no harm; he may be useful if we keep him. We have too much at stake to allow a single loophole. You took chances tonight. You are lucky to be alive. Be guided by my advice from now on."