With those words, Cranston ended the call, gave another look out into the dark, where twinkles no longer were visible. Then:
“I’ve just heard something,” declared Cranston, “that means tonight will be the big pay-off. Our business will be to make it pay the way it should!”
CHAPTER XVIII
LAMONT CRANSTON had just heard from Margo Lane and she had told him some amazing news.
Old Sylvia Selmore was taking a sincere group out to Central Park to await the appearance of the banshee, which in her language was spelled Gwrach y Rhibyn.
When Cranston told this to Phil, the latter didn’t believe it.
“The police would be crazy to allow it!” exclaimed Phil.
“On the contrary, they think otherwise,” expressed Cranston. “I just talked to the commissioner.”
Phil’s eyes went nervous as they looked toward Yuble’s body.
“I didn’t mention what happened here,” stated Cranston. “The commissioner was too busy. He’s letting Miss Sylvia have her fling on the chance the banshee will appear. The police will have a cordon formed about the place.”