The paper lay with its strange information until the right hand seized it and crumpled it. Then the hand wrote:
Facts in the Caulkins death.
It crossed out the words and added the single remark:
Later
This sheet was crumpled. The hands, working swiftly, removed the various articles from the table. The light clicked out. A low, soft laugh echoed eerily from the walls of the room.
It was the laugh of The Shadow. The master mind that worked in darkness had discovered how Philip Farmington had died!
CHAPTER VIII. MANN LEARNS FACTS
IT was a different Rutledge Mann who appeared that night at the Cobalt Club. No longer did his face wear a harassed look. Instead of sitting solemnly in an obscure spot, Mann strolled about through lounge and lobby with the spirit of contentment that had been his former wont.
There was nothing in Mann’s bearing that attracted attention, however. Mann was of a quiet, self-effacing type. Normally pleasant and courteous, he merely nodded to old acquaintances.
Mann had always believed that business would come to those who worked patiently and awaited it. His late misfortunes had somewhat riddled that theory; but his newly found opportunity had restored his self-confidence.