Wheels Bryant — biggest of the big shots — would turn the trick. He had been here tonight. Hooks Borglund had taken his instructions.
Not once did Big Tom’s mind turn to Herbert Carpenter, the king who had been tossed into the discard. Nor did he suspect the presence of The Shadow!
Wheels Bryant — ace in the hole — had three kings. The Shadow — the great unknown — had one.
Tomorrow night, those hands would be matched!
Yet only The Shadow knew that fact!
CHAPTER XVI
EIGHT FOUR EIGHT
EIGHT FOUR EIGHT!
The meaning of those numbers was obvious to Herbert Carpenter, as he sat in his room at the Hotel Pavilion. They meant Room 848, in this same hotel. There, Hooks Borglund and Shifter Reeves were due to meet tonight at nine.
Nearly twenty-four hours had elapsed since Carpenter had entered and left Big Tom Bagshawe’s office above the vaulted dome of the Club Catalina.