"What if I have?" interrupted Benson. "There's only one way to get in here, isn't there?
That's though the door from the street. You've put Shamlin and Harmon out there watching, haven't you?" Delmuth nodded. He seemed reassured. At Benson's suggestion, he had summoned his gangster aides to protect this place.
The old man was right. They had found a spot where The Shadow could not penetrate, and the way was closed. Only Grady could join them here. Shamlin and Harmon had been instructed to let him pass.
"I guess you're right," agreed Delmuth. "It's safe here. I'm thinking about the future, though. Unless we eliminate The Shadow, it's going to be tough for our plans."
"Why?" demanded Benson. "I don't fear him! Once I'm away from New York, he can never find me.
"You will have to watch out. I agree with you on that. Because your job is getting hot tips that Grady and I can follow.
"But don't forget that we only deal in murder when it's necessary. That's Grady's work.
We knocked off three men down in Maryland, and there's been no comeback.
"We have two more jobs ahead of us. Then the blackmail game is ready to go, with no one to interfere. With my backing, there's millions in it."
"Yes," agreed Delmuth, "I don't see what can stop us. Of course, Herbert Brockley and Grant Chadwick were killed — "