“To that mausoleum?” queried Margo. “Why?”
Cranston’s reply could have been termed a trifle cryptic.
“To acquire a few more facts concerning old New York,” Cranston announced, “and in particular that portion of Manhattan Island now known as Central Park.”
CHAPTER XII
LIKE Lamont Cranston, Phil Harley could have told the police his theory regarding Winslow Ames; but Phil also doubted that he would be believed.
What was more important, Phil felt that he had gained certain leads, which if right would enable him to track down crime; but if wrong, would only give away all he knew, should any of the facts be made public.
There again, Phil’s situation resembled that of The Shadow, except that they were concerned with different persons. It would have been well if Phil and The Shadow could cooperate with each other, but so far they hadn’t gotten along at all; nor was there any way that they could reach each other.
Of course Phil’s main lead was Arline Forster, who struck him as much more of a mystery girl than Thara Lamoyne. Phil knew where to reach Arlene; namely at the Plaza Central. At least he hoped he could reach her there, but so far none of his phone calls to her room had been answered.
Phil was thinking this over as he watched the seals disport in the oblong pool at the Central Park Zoo. He’d thought that going over last night’s ground would help some, but it hadn’t. Now that it was getting dark, Phil decided to go to his own hotel, with a stop-off at the Plaza Central.
The route led past the buildings where the jungle animals were housed. The cages there were arranged to open indoors as well as out, so several sizeable beasts were on voluntary outdoor display, including a rather intelligent leopard.