“He may be just the one, Briggs. He says that he has important information for me — but that he must be sure of my identity. So I told him that I would be there with Hiram Mallory.”
The gigantic Briggs cleared his throat and looked apprehensive.
“You should have waited to hear from the Chief—”
“Not a bit of it. This is a break in the right direction. We’d figured on laying low for a few days more — it’s only three nights since Clink bumped off Harkness.
“But this lets us move without any risk, and maybe we’ll find out just what we want to know!”
Bob picked up the telephone and called a number. He asked for Hiram Mallory. He was informed that the latter would not be in until after six o’clock.
“Tell him that Mr. Galvin called,” said Bob. “Robert Galvin. I would like him to meet me at the Cobalt Club at seven o’clock. We are to dine with Mr. Westcott — Thaddeus Westcott.”
“That fixes it,” declared Bob. “I’m going upstairs to dress for dinner. You stick around here in the evening, Briggs. Keep your eye out. We don’t know what may crop up.”
“You mean The Shadow?”
“Yes!”