“Briggs is in the side vestibule,” spoke The Shadow. “Knocked out. Do not worry about him. He is yellow. Stay here with Galvin.
“Call in Perkins, the chauffeur. Tell him enough to let him know that there is danger. Burke will come here later.
“Keep on watch. Surprise Maddox if he returns — but — he may not return.”
There was a significant emphasis in The Shadow’s final words. Harry understood. He knew that this man of the night intended to find the man who had posed as Bob Galvin, and he knew that the pretender would not fare well in the encounter.
“Take him upstairs,” continued The Shadow, indicating Bob Galvin with a sweep of his black-gloved hand.
Harry arose and helped Bob from the room. The rescued man was regaining his steadiness now. His confinement in Wing Toy’s dungeon had been only temporarily weakening.
After the two were gone, The Shadow seated himself before the flat-topped desk. He made two phone calls. One was to Burbank, comfortably ensconced in a room across the street from Hiram Mallory’s home. The other was to Clyde Burke.
After receiving short reports, The Shadow sat in deep thought. For a few minutes, there was no motion of his black-clad form. Then came a low, soft laugh.
THE SHADOW stepped back from the desk. Quickly, he began to search its contents, looking for some clew that might be of value to him.
He had searched here before but that had been some time ago. The Shadow laid a few articles upon the desk, among them the old address book used by Theodore Galvin.