“When?”
“Before midnight. By eleven at the latest.”
“All right. I’ll come back when he gets in.”
Joe Cardona strolled to the door. He noticed one of his men in the hallway, and stopped long enough to have a hurried word with him. The plain-clothes man told him that others were posted on the floor. The star detective went down into the lobby. At eight fifteen he came back.
Arnold Bodine had not been heard from, Crayton informed him. This time Cardona decided to wait. He seated himself in a comfortable chair and refused a highball that was offered him.
It was at that particular moment that Clyde Burke rolled past the Goliath Hotel in a taxicab, bound for the Club DeLuxe. He glanced at the lighted building as he went by and saw a man slouched by the entrance.
One of Cardona’s detectives, Clyde decided.
But there was something he did not see — something that also escaped the vigilant gaze of the man posted there. It was a shadowy form that lurked beside the lighted entrance, scarcely ten feet from where the detective stood.
The Shadow, like Cardona, was awaiting the return of Arnold Bodine!