From this, Harry deduced that The Shadow was abroad, probably now returning home, and desirous of having as much as possible accomplished before his arrival. For The Shadow, had he been in New York, could easily have contrived to learn all facts from Powell without the man knowing it. Powell, cunning and wily, was supplying important information to someone who would buy it, instead of giving it to the authorities. That was Powell's type of game. He had been successful in it. Tonight, Harry was elated because he had succeeded in gaining Powell's confidence. At the same time, Harry felt a feeling of insecurity. He was alone in Baltimore, coping with this problem single-handed. Should danger threaten, this would be one time that Harry could not depend upon The Shadow's aid! It was evident that Powell had a wide acquaintance with supercrooks — blackmailers. His one telephone call in New York had been to arrange a meeting with some member of the clique. For that purpose, Powell had come to Baltimore.
Harry felt positive that whatever Brockley had given Powell — documents, probably — told certain facts pertaining to some man who could be blackmailed. A knowledge of that material would enable The Shadow to strike at the blackmail ring, particularly if the recipient of Powell's information could be traced.
Harry was eager for the adventure. Sitting in the lobby, he restrained himself from starting ahead to Powell's destination. That would be folly. He also put down the impulse to dash madly up to Powell's room and demand the man's possessions at the point of a gun. Another ridiculous idea!
No. Harry's game was to work with Powell; to go with him and observe all that could be seen; to pay the man, and have him on tap as a useful informant later on.
Powell was disturbed through mistrust of the men with whom he was dealing. Harry wondered how much cause Powell had to worry.
The large hand of the clock pointed downward. Half past ten. No sign yet of Powell.
Harry was not surprised. The man was pondering over an important decision. Acceptance of Harry's offer meant that he must double-cross those with whom he had negotiated. Still, Harry remembered the eagerness with which Powell had eyed that roll of bills. That temptation must prevail. Powell wanted money.
It was nearing quarter of eleven. Men were coming in and out of the lobby. Harry, although watching the elevators constantly, was able to notice few newcomers. There seemed to be less traveling men than usual.
Most of the chairs in the lobby were filled now, but many heads were turned so that Harry could not view the faces.
Finally, Harry saw Powell come from the elevators and approach the desk. HARRY