Chadwick swallowed his drink and rose to leave. Harry slid away from the window, and headed toward the coupe. He knew that if Chadwick should be going home, he would pass by the little road that led in from the Pike. At his car, Harry stood listening. Hearing no sound of an automobile, he decided to send word to Burbank. He turned to go to the sending set.
As he stepped away from the coupe, a man leaped upon him!
Harry had no opportunity to seize his automatic. The gun was in his pocket, for he had expected no trouble back here at the car.
He realized, now, that he had been followed from the roadhouse on this last trip. He was resolved to defeat this enemy.
Fighting furiously, Harry broke free and dealt the man a powerful punch on the jaw. The fellow staggered, and Harry leaned forward to deliver another telling blow.
At that instant, another figure rose from beside him. Harry saw a descending arm. He turned quickly to ward off the falling blow.
A solid object struck the side of Harry's head. The Shadow's operative sank with a groan.
Half stunned, he was incapable of motion as he felt himself gripped by both antagonists. Expert hands bound him. A handkerchief was thrust in his mouth and its ends tied behind his head.
Harry was lifted bodily and thrust in the front seat of his own car.
In a daze, he heard an automobile starting from the roadhouse. A few minutes later, the sound was repeated. Harry's mind barely managed to grasp the fact that both Chadwick and Grady were now gone from the Green Mill.