"I understand," responded Benson. "Still, Grady and I can pull it without any help."
"Not if The Shadow shows up. That's why I want four of you on the job," Delmuth insisted.
"That leaves you alone, here in New York."
"Which is just right," declared Delmuth shrewdly. "I'm through now. Nothing to worry about. I'll attend to business and forget Greenhurst.
"I'm going to fool The Shadow. I'll let him think I'm up to something. I'll keep him busy, here in New York!"
Jeremiah Benson smiled gently. When such an expression appeared upon the old man's lips, it meant evil, although Benson's countenance was benign.
"That will work," he declared. "It's a good plan. Send your two men up. Tell them to be wary. If they're followed, they can take care of the follower.
"I've been in this game for years. I failed only once. Then I met a man who was my match. Instead of that proving my undoing, it led to greater opportunity. He and I are working together, with you, Delmuth."
"You're right, Benson. You're going to put this job across. You'll have no worry in Greenhurst. There's just one fellow up there who looks phony — and he'll be taken care of, very neatly. He's due for a surprise."
"Don't worry about me," said the old man. "When this is done, there will be great things in the future. Working with Grady, I shall begin a reign of terror, striking fear into those who cannot combat us. When death is necessary, it will strike.