“We’re going to locate Buchanan’s body,” declared Cardona emphatically. “Those diaries will point the way. No question about it.
“There was a box shipped out of the old man’s house. Larkin told me about it. Sent to an address in Philadelphia. The police down there are working on it. I expect a report tonight. Any time now.”
“You’re a wonder, Joe! You go after one murder and uncover three. I wish I had a dozen men like you.”
“I don’t,” returned Cardona. “I don’t claim to be a wonder, chief. Just use my noodle that’s all. I’m not one of those superminds, like—”
“Like The Shadow,” suggested Klein.
Cardona smiled. Then he became thoughtful.
“Say, chief,” he said. “It’s funny The Shadow hasn’t appeared in this. Maybe he kept out of it because it was all over so quick—”
“It would be better if he kept out of our business altogether. Maybe he’s all right, but—”
“Listen, chief. The Shadow’s on the level. Maybe he doesn’t work by police methods. I’ll grant that. But he’s helped me out of some bad jams, just the same.”
“Well, we can forget him this time.”