Delmuth's revealing words were uttered in a low whisper. They were startling, even to the cagey old man. Benson was solemn for a moment; then he smiled wanly.
"The Shadow," he said, with a slight laugh. "I've heard of him, but I have always doubted his existence. A superman who fights with crooks. I have been active for years, Delmuth; yet I have never encountered The Shadow!"
"That does not signify that The Shadow is nonexistent," answered Delmuth. "I have never run up against him before; but this time, I think we're dealing with him.
"We have been active, lately — and we are just beginning. If The Shadow is mixing in our affairs, there's only one thing to do — get him!"
If you are so sure that The Shadow is following you," said Benson quietly, "why did you come here?"
"I took precautions," was the response. "I called Shamlin and gave him the tip-off. You know my gag."
"He came up in a taxi, and it stopped outside of my apartment. I stepped in it, as if it were a vacant cab; then Shamlin got out later, paid the driver, and walked away. In the dark, he easily passes for me.
"If The Shadow is still on the trail, he's following Shamlin. Probably on his way to take in a midnight movie. That's where Shamlin said he was going."
"Who was driving the cab?"
"Harmon. He works with Shamlin. I've used those fellows plenty. Two good men — but not in a class with you and Grady."