There was a brief response. Mann appeared satisfied. He hung up the receiver and waited again. Fifteen minutes passed. The telephone rang once more.
Mann's eyes gleamed as he responded.
"Bruxton leaving at eight with Mayo," he said. "Vincent reports that he is following. The others have stopped to eat a late lunch. Vincent will continue. They are near Springfield." A low voice came over the wire. Rutledge Mann had given his report. He was receiving instructions from The Shadow. The words that he heard surprised him; but the phlegmatic investment broker gave no visible sign.
"Instructions understood," was his brief comment.
Mann hung up the telephone and performed the same action that Sidney Delmuth had, a few hours before.
Instead of writing on a blank sheet of paper, however, Mann used a telegraph blank. He turned a knob on the wall, and waited until a messenger appeared.
"Thirty-five cents to Philadelphia," said the boy.
Rutledge Mann paid the bill, and the boy departed with the telegram. The investment broker stroked his chin thoughtfully. Although he had written the telegram, he could not understand The Shadow's purpose. He was wondering why The Shadow had sent a telegram to Denby Chadwick — a telegram signed with the name of Sidney Delmuth!
Chapter XIX — What the Shadow Knew
It was nine o'clock the same evening. Sidney Delmuth sat alone in his apartment. An ash tray filled with cigarette butts lay on the table beside him.