“A big man on the force!” said The Shadow, contemptuously. “Tipped off to certain crimes by crooks, to add to your prestige. In return you have protected them when they needed it — and have been paid for that protection.
“Cover-up man for a group of criminals! That is ended now. Your pals are dead — all but one who escaped.”
“Hiram Mallory!” blurted Zull, forgetting himself.
“Hiram Mallory is dead,” came the reply.
Zull still stared, now bewildered.
“As for this man,” declared The Shadow, signifying Bob Galvin, “he is innocent, despite your trumped-up charges.
“You were ordered to get him as the slayer of Zachary Mitchell — another feather for your rogue’s cap. I can tell you the name of the real killer. Bob Maddox!”
“No one can prove it,” growled Zull.
“I can prove it. Where you destroy evidence, I can replace evidence, of which you know nothing.
“When Crowell began his examination in Mitchell’s apartment, you arrived. He was about to look for finger prints on the receiver of the telephone. You put him on another task. You destroyed the evidence.