Briggs opened his frightened eyes and stared at the grim form above him. The Shadow leaned forward and slipped the gag from the man’s mouth.
“Where is Maddox?” came the sibilant question.
“I don’t know,” replied Briggs, weakly. He could see two glaring eyes staring into his face.
“When did he leave here?” was the next question.
“While I was out.”
“While you were at Brindle’s?”
“Yes.”
THE SHADOW knew that Briggs was speaking the truth. Whatever mission Bob Maddox had gone upon tonight, Briggs was in ignorance of it. The man gained his tongue and tried to explain, for he feared The Shadow.
“Bob must have got a call while I was out,” he said. “He was figuring on something — that’s all I know. He’s gone. Where — I don’t know.”
The gag was replaced. The Shadow carried Briggs from the room. When he returned, he spoke to Harry Vincent, while Bob Galvin, weak and wondering, looked on and listened.