It also told of Harry's visit to Havre de Grace, Maryland. He had gone there on the train that Denby Chadwick had taken a few nights before. He had visited the farmhouse where Chadwick had stayed. Attached to the report was a copy of the railway time-table.
The Shadow's hands held these two papers momentarily; then laid them aside, beyond the range of the luminous circle that was cast by the shaded lamp. The hands busied themselves with a sheet of paper and a fountain pen.
In neatly formed letters, a code message was inscribed. It was folded and tucked in an envelope. Using another pen, the hand wrote:
Instructions to be given Stuart Bruxton.
This was inclosed in a larger envelope, that already bore the typewritten name and address of Harry Vincent.
A click sounded. The room was plunged in darkness.
The Shadow's work was ended. In a short time, this mysterious man had gone over all of his agent's material. Nothing he had done indicated either a definite solution or an involved campaign. The notation of certain facts — an order concerning Stuart Bruxton — that was all.
But from the midst of the darkness of that little room came a soft, creepy laugh. It was mirthless and foreboding. Echoing weirdly from the walls, the laugh was more expressive than words. The sinister understanding of that echoed sound indicated a knowledge of unknown matters. It presaged defeat and destruction for those who thrived in crime. Had The Shadow, from his brief perusal of his agent's statements, gained the key to mysterious deaths and looming dangers?
Only The Shadow knew!