"He was the only one that knew — Delmuth. He had my confession. But it's gone, now.
Gone — in a thousand pieces — "
"Your confession is not needed," declared The Shadow. "What use is a confession, when one has proof?
You are depending on your alibi. One word would shatter it.
"You think that you have destroyed the paper that told your guilt. There are thousands of papers that declare it. Here is one!"
The black-gloved hand reached forward and held a sheet of paper before Chadwick's eyes. It was simply a copy of the time-table that showed the schedule of the train which Denby Chadwick had taken on the night of his uncle's death.
"There is the proof," declared The Shadow. "Your story was accepted because no one thought to question it. You were seen leaving on the local train — you were seen arriving. It seemed impossible that you could have killed your uncle.
"But this table tells its story. Thirty-five minutes after your train left Philadelphia, it arrived at the station near your uncle's house. There you left it — a little over a mile from Chester.
You went to your uncle's home and killed him.
"It was the work of ten minutes. You hurried on to Chester — five minutes more — in time to catch the express that stopped there. The express reached the town of Newark three minutes before the local. You left the express and boarded the local again, as it was leaving the station."