But, instead, “Better hold him until I get there,” was the statement that came to Marty from what sounded like Flash’s voice.
“O.K.,” replied the gunman. “We’ll wait for you here.”
“I didn’t say to wait!” blurted Donegan, confused and angry. “I said to get going. Start now!”
BUT Marty Jennings did not hear the protest. The other voice — the voice that was every bit Donegan’s — was taking another course, prompted by what Flash had actually said.
“It may not be safe to keep him there,” were The Shadow’s next words. “Take him out, and I’ll meet you, on the way to where you’re going.”
“That’s the stuff, chief!” was Marty’s enthusiastic response. “You know that alley in back of Howley’s old garage on One Hundred and—”
“That will do,” came the false voice.
The words served two purposes. They satisfied Marty Jennings that his chief understood. They were also a signal to Burbank. The quiet man switched the plugs.
The voice of the real Flash Donegan was coming through, to Marty. But Burbank was in readiness. His hands were waiting to again change the lines, should he receive another signal. That proved unnecessary.
“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” Jennings was saying, when Flash himself made an interruption.