While Cleve was cogitating thus, a simple event was taking place at the St. Thomas Hotel. Gentlemanly Henry Arnaud was asking the clerk for the key to 1216.
Arriving in his room, Arnaud looked about and smiled. He extinguished the light and walked softly toward the window. He stood there, staring out across the city.
Once again, the eyes of The Shadow were upon the glittering lights that topped the Mukden Theater. Crawling lines, varicolored flickerings, and the ring of stationary lights were glowing as before.
But no longer did two lurid spots of green stare forth into the darkness, like glowing, Promethean eyes. The mysterious lights had vanished.
Green Eyes had sent his message. The call had been answered.
Strange events had happened tonight. Cleve Branch had been where he could have learned them, had he known. But only The Shadow knew!
The Shadow laughed, as he had laughed before. His laugh was one of hidden understanding.
For The Shadow had learned what he wanted to know!