“He isn’t an ordinary crook, but I’m going to get his record, if he’s got one at all. There was a telegram that came in from St. Louis to-day — telling about a burglar and yegg that got away from them out there.
“Max Parker is the bird’s name. They’re sending a man out to see the body. Other calls are in from Buffalo and Atlanta.
“They’re taking care of all that down at headquarters. But in the meantime, I’m figuring on this T.S. angle. I want to know what those letters mean.”
“The Shadow,” suggested Biscayne, with a smile.
A QUICK gasp came from Cardona. The detective glanced toward Commissioner Weston. He noted a stern look upon the commissioner’s face.
Cardona picked up the letter on the table.
“I’m going to give this to the reporters,” he said. “They’ve been demanding to know all about these killings. I kept the notes quiet up until now.”
“Do you think that advisable?” questioned Weston.
“We’ve got to consider the newspapers,” declared Cardona. “They want to know what’s going on. There have been three mysterious deaths.
“If we let them know that we’ve got letters and have traced them to the Redan Hotel, it’s going to work to our credit — and that may prove to be an advantage. Especially, since we are watching the hotel and making no bones about it, now.