“Gute Nacht, Fritz,” called Detective Cardona.
“Yah,” came the janitor’s response.
Fritz continued along the corridor. He turned into a side room and reached a locker. He opened it with a key. He removed his janitor’s attire.
Beneath it was a dark suit. Fritz laughed softly as he took a black object from the shelf of the locker. In another moment he had donned a black cloak, and his head was covered by a slouch hat.
Fritz had become The Shadow!
The man in black reached the corridor. Silently, he gained the street. He became invisible as he went into a narrow alleyway.
The real Fritz had gone home, long ago. When The Shadow wanted information from headquarters, he played the part of the laconic janitor.
Not long afterward, a well-dressed man strolled into the lobby of the Merrimac Club. He stopped at the cigar counter.
The clerk nodded. He recognized the man as Lamont Cranston, a millionaire.
“Good evening, Mr. Cranston.”