Nevertheless, that didn’t mean the rest of the agents were off duty.
“We’d better do some checking around here,” stated Harry Vincent. “What we just saw may be simply a little smoke to cover up some real fire.”
“No use going into the cafe,” added Clyde. “We’d be busy sorting out tourists until closing time. Let’s spread around here.”
“Yeah,” concluded Hawkeye, “and I’ll do any spotting while you fellows keep checking on those glims. Maybe the next bunch of code will send us places.”
All planned nicely, but it came too late.
The hansom cab was already starting along the drive, with the passenger who had stolen out from the Lookout Cafe. It couldn’t be seen at all from the corners of the main building, where The Shadow’s agents were coming into gradual evidence.
It was Phil Harley who noticed the hansom.
Why Phil should be watching a hansom, he didn’t know; in fact, why he should be where he was, happened to be an additional problem. At the moment, Phil couldn’t exactly say where he was, for he seemed to be floating through midair to the tune of horse’s hoofs.
The hansom was just ahead, which was why Phil saw it, and it helped him recognize his own status; that, plus the fact that the floating was becoming gradually familiar. It reminded Phil of last night, or rather he thought it was still last night, at the time when he had helped Arlene finish a ride in an open carriage.
Only right now it was Phil who was coming out of a daze. He turned to Arlene to explain his quandary.