WADE A VICTIM OF DOUBLE Z PLOT
While the old man still chuckled wildly, a buzzer sounded. The hideous creature pressed a button at the side of his desk. He held it with his thumb while a portion of the opposite wall moved aside.
A short man stepped through the opening. The old man raised his thumb from the button. The wall closed. The man who had entered turned. It was Luke Froy, the Chinese-American.
The newcomer sat down beside the desk. He waited for the old man’s wild chuckling to end. The last spasm ceased, and the wizened creature stared at his visitor.
“I have followed your instructions, sir,” he said.
“You mailed just one letter?”
“Yes, Mr. Shellmann.”
The old man became solemn. He picked up an envelope that lay upon the desk. It bore the name of Zachary Shellmann, typed in neat letters. Shellmann tore the envelope to bits and carefully burned the pieces.
“Is everything safe, Luke?” he inquired seriously.
“Yes, sir. Of course, that trouble at Loy Rook’s is still a slight source of worry to me—”