When Detective Devlin arrived at headquarters, he found Bob Galvin sound asleep in his chair, unguarded.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE SHADOW’S JUSTICE
A MAN sat in the luxurious lounge car of the Canadian Limited. He was alone; all of the other passengers had retired.
The man’s face bore signs of mingled worry and elation. He was restless, but he managed to feign an appearance of calm.
Bob Maddox was fleeing northward with his ill-gotten wealth. He had left the Royal Building without interference.
He had been tempted to go back for the other bags, after he had descended in the elevator. For there were no signs that any one in the building had heard the shots.
But in the street, he had hurried on to escape the attention of a group that had surrounded a spot on the sidewalk. The crowd had evidently gathered about The Shadow’s body.
Bob had decided then that to return would be disastrous, especially as some of his pals might still be alive. He feared their wrath, and reminded himself that Garry Elvers remained as a witness to his perfidy.
He had chosen this train because it was the first that would take him from the country. In Canada, he would have a breathing spell.