Then came a low whisper from the man in the darkness. His black, shadowy form moved into the gloom and stood close beside Harry.
“Look for Maddox,” came the soft words. “He may be in the study.”
Harry nodded. He saw the black form glide across the hallway and merge with the darkened stairs. The Shadow was gone on a search of the second floor. He had left the ground floor to Harry.
The young man drew an automatic and moved uncertainly in the direction of the study. He saw a gleam of light around a corner. He advanced and reached the study door. With revolver leveled, ready for instant use, he peered into the lighted room.
It was empty. The false Bob Galvin was not there.
Harry returned to the foot of the stairs. He then went over and sat beside Bob Galvin. There was another sibilant sound through the gloom.
“He’s not in the study,” Harry reported, in a low voice.
“Take Galvin in,” came a whisper.
Harry helped Bob Galvin into the study. Hardly had they seated themselves, before a huge form appeared in the doorway. It was Briggs, bound and gagged, being carried by invisible arms.
Lifted from the floor, the big man appeared tremendous. His body swung forward and was laid in the center of the room. Above it stood a man clad in black, his face hidden beneath the broad-brim of a dark hat, his chin obscured by the upturned collar of his sable cloak.