"Don't you worry about Grady," said the gray-haired man. "He was to call me before he came up to the apartment. He won't get any reply on the phone. So he'll come here. This is our regular hangout." Delmuth poured himself a large drink and swallowed the liquid hurriedly. He was glum as he studied Benson.
"I don't like this business," declared Delmuth. "Everything was going well — but with The Shadow mixing in it, we have to be careful."
As he finished speaking, Delmuth turned and glanced about the room. He seemed to feel that he was being watched. The memory of The Shadow still hung over him.
Benson laughed.
"Forget The Shadow for a while," he said. "That's why I brought you here — so you could be sure he wasn't on your trail."
"Suppose he has followed us?" Delmuth still doubted.
"He hasn't. I'm old in the game, Delmuth. The way we changed cabs coming here would fool the best of 'em."
"He followed me to your apartment!"
"Yes. That was because you weren't foxy enough. He probably suspected that Shamlin wasn't you when he got out of the cab. Maybe he saw Shamlin hiding in the cab in the first place!"
"I thought I fooled him, anyway," said Delmuth. "Now you think you've put one over on him. I missed out; maybe you've done the same — "