“Quick!” cried Cardona. “Name the fifth!”
“You shall know the name tomorrow night,” came the low, deliberate voice. “It is not necessary now. Death — will — not — take — place!”
Cardona pressed the receiver close to his ear and listened intently. Was there more to come? Yes! The voice was speaking again!
“Think of death that has occurred,” said the voice of The Shadow. “Do not consider death that I shall thwart. Think of those that went before.
“Listen!” The voice was hissing. “I shall go back. Throckmorton kept a diary. Sutton made out checks. Glenn smoked cigarettes. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” exclaimed Detective Cardona eagerly. “I understand. Throckmorton’s diary — I haven’t looked for it. Sutton’s check book — I passed it up.
“Glenn’s cigarettes I have them here. But what” — Cardona paused breathlessly — “what of Harshaw?”
A low laugh tingled in Cardona’s ear.
“Harshaw?” questioned the eerie voice. “What of Harshaw? The answer to his death remains in his apartment.
“You will find it if you search. But be careful. Heed this warning.