“Oh, I see. Call you at the Redan Hotel, at ten o’clock.”
There was a pause; then Wilhelm continued in response to some statement that had come over the wire.
“You mean the little chess set that Harshaw gave me for a present, when he was tickled because I said I’d help him out… The little board, with the chessmen?
“I don’t know what became of that thing… No — I don’t know anything about the crazy game. I had to take it to make the old fellow feel good.
“That’s right… You’re right, I remember now… I put it in the closet of my room… You think it might be important?
“I’ll take a look for it right now. If it’s there, I’ll find it right off… All right, hold the line.”
Wilhelm laid the phone aside. He called, and a servant appeared.
“Hang on to this phone,” ordered Wilhelm, “until you hear me talking upstairs.”
With that, Wilhelm ascended to the second floor. The servant stood by for a few minutes, then hung up. Evidently Wilhelm had found the object that he sought.
The servant was gone. As soon as the room was empty, The Shadow glided toward a wide window.