Who, then, were these men who had captured him?
More minutes dragged by. The door on the other side of the car opened. One of the captors entered the coupe and took the wheel. The starter buzzed and the car moved slowly backward, sloughing; through the mud toward the side road.
Harry Vincent, a helpless victim, was being taken to an unknown destination — and the only clue to his capture was the silent key upon the sending apparatus that he had left amid the trees!
Unseen danger had come to Harry — before he had been able to signal that he expected trouble!
Chapter XIV — Delmuth Sees A Shadow
An elderly man was seated in the living room of an apartment. His armchair was drawn back from the open window. Below sparkled the lights of Riverside Drive; beyond them, the blackness of the Hudson River.
The gray-haired titan gazed thoughtfully into the night and smiled benignly. A deceiving smile! For this was the same man whom Stuart Bruxton had met in Maryland!
The door opened and another man entered quickly, closing the door behind him. The newcomer turned to face the old man. The person was Sidney Delmuth.
The old man seemed keenly interested in Delmuth's arrival. His eyes lit up with a weird gleam as he detected a tense look upon the face of the advertising man.
The old man was looking for an explanation. It was forthcoming. Delmuth sat down in a chair opposite the old man and began to speak in a low, guarded voice.