“Yes.”
“I’m trailing Sneaks Rubin.”
“A man just went upstairs.”
“I’m following, then!”
Cliff Marsland moved cautiously toward the third floor. Harry, in turn, slipped down the hallway. Silently, in the dark, he reached the office and dialed the telephone. Burbank responded. Harry quickly told him what was taking place.
During his residence with Loy Rook, Harry had made as many observations as possible. He knew that The Shadow was familiar with the situation here. Harry could see no danger to himself. He felt that he should forestall any possible trouble for Cliff Marsland.
The game was important. Still, it was Harry’s part to be cautious. He knew that Cliff could not possibly have notified Burbank of his whereabouts, so he had attended to that matter himself.
The hallway was empty when Harry reached his room. The bookcases were still open. That was a good sign.
With door ajar, Harry remained watchful within his room. His pocketed automatic was ready to be unlimbered at an instant’s notice.
At that particular moment, Cliff Marsland was also watchful.