“Help me with these,” he ordered, in a whispered voice. “We’ve gotten our man. Don’t worry about him.”
As the conductor took one of the bags, The Shadow closed the door of the drawing-room. The conductor led the way along the aisle, between the rows of curtains through which startled heads were appearing.
“This is far enough,” came the word, when they reached the vestibule. “You can go back.”
THE conductor turned and reentered the car. Quickly, the man with the muffled face opened the door. He dropped the bags to the ground; then ascended the steps to rejoin the conductor. Suddenly, he stopped.
The door of the next car was opening; the white-coated form of a Pullman porter came into view. Unseen, The Shadow dropped from the steps and swung beneath the car, drawing the suitcases after him. Voices sounded from above.
Two men had followed the Pullman porter and the three had stopped in the vestibule.
“Who opened this platform?” came the demand.
“Ah, don’t know, sah,” answered the Pullman porter. “Two men went back into the cah, sah.”
“Where’s the conductor’”
“Back in the cah, ah reckon.”