Burbank’s vigil was ended. Another man had assumed the duty.
Burbank held no doubts regarding the safety of the elderly man in the next room. Thaddeus Westcott would leave for his Southern trip to-morrow, even though the hordes of gangland might attempt to prevent him. For The Shadow was now on the watch.
CHAPTER XVI
THE TRAP IS LAID
BOB MADDOX — falsely known as Bob Galvin — was sitting at the big, flat-topped desk which had become his accustomed place.
Bob’s brow was furrowed, and his lips were twitching impatiently. He looked up as Briggs entered. The big man appeared none too pleasant.
“It’s getting on my nerves, Briggs,” growled Bob.
Briggs shrugged his shoulders.
“I’ve always stood by the Chief,” added Bob, “but this time I think he’s making a mistake. Here we are, ready for final action, and he’s holding up the works. I know he’s got good reasons. But we can’t wait forever.”
“There hasn’t been any trouble yet,” said Briggs. “This is a gloomy old joint, but I’ve seen worse. But I don’t blame you for being tired of it. You haven’t been out for four days.”