“I need no suggestions,” reprimanded Double Z. “I order. You obey. Lead him to Loy Rook’s. He will be captured there. We do not want him dead.”
“But he double-crossed Clipper.”
“He shall die for that,” announced the voice. “His death will come later. When he has been captured at Loy Rook’s, have Dermott and Marano in preparation. For you may be sure of this: The Shadow came to his rescue once before. The Shadow will come again.”
There was a click. The earphones and mouthpiece were laid aside in the darkened room. Sneaks Rubin, his mouth gaping as he understood the scheme, sat at the end of a dead wire. His orders had been received; he would hear no more from his master tonight.
“I’ll find the guy,” muttered Sneaks, with a malicious grin. “Find him by lettin’ him find me. Then it’s curtains for him — an’ The Shadow!”
The scrawny gangster was confident as he sauntered from the dive to keep an appointment with Tony Marano. The Shadow, scourge of the underworld, was to meet his match. Double Z had plotted — and Double Z would win!
CHAPTER XV. AT LOY ROOK’S
THE office of Loy Rook was located in one of the newer buildings of Chinatown. There was nothing Oriental about it. It might have been the office of any American business man. For Loy Rook handled his affairs in Occidental fashion.
He was a powerful figure among the Chinese. He stood well with all the tong leaders, and pursued his business unmolested. He affected American attire and mannerisms.
Loy Rook was the owner of several Chinese restaurants and shops. His office was on the second floor of the building, beneath which was a tea shop. There were living quarters on the second floor, where certain trusted employees roomed in comfortable surroundings.