“He will also find the hallman staring at a picture of Bob Maddox. I left it there tonight. The hallman identified Bob Galvin’s picture — uncertainly — when you showed it to him. He will know, now, that he is wrong!”
Consternation was overcoming Zull. He knew that his crooked work would be exposed. Not only this last exploit in Mallory’s service, but those that had gone before.
He wondered how much The Shadow knew. He was soon to be enlightened. The man in black seemed to read his thoughts.
From beneath the black cloak came a package of papers, held in a black-gloved hand.
“Hiram Mallory had these when he died,” whispered The Shadow. “They once belonged to Theodore Galvin. They contain many references to you.”
A groan came from Zull. Bob Galvin half awoke at the sound, and stared in bewilderment at the sight of his oppressor cowering before The Shadow.
But the effort was too great a strain on Bob’s tired physique. He slumped back in his chair.
“Write,” ordered The Shadow, pointing to the table. Following his command, Herbert Zull prepared a statement referring to certain crimes in which he had participated.
He also added that the dead members of his gang would be found in the secret room above the office in the Royal Building. He signed his name when he had finished.
The telephone rang. Inspired by the presence of The Shadow’s automatic, Zull answered it. Crowell was on the wire. Zull responded, following The Shadow’s instruction.