But he felt sure he knew more about Mayo's intended plans than did Masters — in fact, more about them than anyone, with the single exception of Mayo himself.
Delmuth kept looking about him as he ate. He wanted to spot any member of the club who might be a possible agent of The Shadow, or The Shadow himself. There were none who excited Delmuth's suspicions.
Rutledge Mann was there, but, of all persons, the leisurely investment broker was the last one to be considered as in league with such an individual as The Shadow.
Rutledge Mann had a reputation for being an indifferent worker. It was surprising, then, that he should decide to leave the comfortable club later in the afternoon, and wend his way to the Badger Building. He ascended to the ninth floor, and went to his office — Suite 909. There, Mann waited with the air of a person who expected a visitor. The clock on a neighboring building showed half past three.
There was a sealed envelope on Mann's desk. He opened it and read a paper that was inside. Five minutes later, a man entered the outer office. Rutledge Mann heard the noise of the door. He appeared and viewed the visitor.
"Are you Mr. Mann?" came the inquiry.
"Yes.
"I am Stuart Bruxton."
"Good! I was waiting for you."
Mann led the way into the inner office, and closed the door. He faced Stuart across the desk.