What was their work to be? Whether The Shadow knew or did not know, his purpose would be the same. He alone could thwart the scheme that had brewed tonight.
Chapter XVII — Word by Radio
It was late in the afternoon. A gloom was settling about Paul Hawthorne's cottage.
Hawthorne and Stuart were seated on the porch, smoking their pipes.
Stuart had dropped in on Hawthorne with a purpose. It was the night before last that he had had his adventure at Mayo's lodge. The next afternoon, he had seen Mayo's plane return from New York. Stuart had decided it would be inadvisable to call on Sherwood Mayo that evening. He had decided to wait another day. Now he was sounding out Hawthorne, to tell whether or not a visit would be wise.
"Have you seen Mayo since he returned?" asked Stuart.
"No," said Hawthorne. "I might run up there tonight. Would you like to come along?"
"Sure," said Stuart.
"I'll stop for you at the Inn," said Hawthorne. "I'll be there in my car after dinner."
Strolling down the road, Stuart found himself anticipating tonight's visit. He felt sure that the Filipino had not recognized him during the combat, two nights ago. After all, a visit to Mayo's was a bold way in which to avoid suspicion.