“You told us to lay low. We did. Nobody, The Shadow included, could know where we’ve been. We got here tonight, O.K. We’ve slipped it over on that wise guy!”
Hiram Mallory looked at Maddox.
“Don’t worry about me,” said Maddox. “I hit out for my hideout as soon as I got away from Mitchell’s joint. I dodged plenty, too. Maybe I left something for the bulls to find, but I don’t think so.
“I tipped you off, Chief. I’ve laid low, like you said, after I left the key where you told me.”
“You left no bit of evidence concerning this place?” Mallory ascertained.
“Not one bit!”
“You saw no sign of The Shadow?”
“None. Only a call that made Mitchell suspicious — a phone call. Maybe it was The Shadow.”
“That would mean he was a long way off,” commented Mallory, in approval. “You acted wisely, Bob. Do not worry about the police. Have you seen the evening newspapers?”
“No.”