“You got rid of the body O.K., didn’t you?” Sneaks asked.
“Sure enough. I know where to bury my dead. But listen, Sneaks,” Jake went on. “There I was, workin’ with the guy, without seein’ him. Cartin’ off a body of some bird I’d never run into before. No wonder I’ve got the creeps.”
“He works smart,” declared Sneaks admiringly.
“There’s only one other guy works like him,” replied Jake in a low voice.
“Who?”
“The Shadow!”
Sneaks was silent. Then he leaned across the table and whispered to his companion.
“Say, Jake. Sometimes I wonder about this guy. Maybe he is The Shadow!”
“The Shadow don’t work with crooks,” said Jake.
“You’re right there,” acknowledged Sneaks. “But he may have changed. No one knows what that guy sets out to do. But I hope Double Z is The Shadow.”