The Shadow had appointed himself a one man Association of Adventurers to find out what wasn’t right in Central Park!
CHAPTER VII
THE name of the sleek-haired brunette was Thara Lamoyne, which went with her exotic appearance, at least in Phil Harley’s opinion. During dinner she had proven reasonably talkative, always with that unusual accent which Phil couldn’t quite trace back to its origin.
She thought strange things were ludicrous, this Thara.
“How very funny!” Thara exclaimed, reverting to a topic of the dinner. “You meet a blonde lady and pouf she vanishes! Then you meet Thara. But tell me” - Thara leaned across the table in a fashion most intriguing - “the name of this blonde girl. You still remember it?”
Phil nodded and said:
“Her name was Arlene Forster.”
Annoyed, Thara leaned back.
“By now you should have forgotten it!” she asserted. “Tell me, why do you still think of this other girl, who disappears like - like” - Thara couldn’t find the word at first - “like that thing they talk about, the banshee.”
That opened Phil’s eyes really wide.