Cliff was on the sidewalk, now. The cab pulled away and sped for the nearest avenue. Cliff hurried to the drug store. He reached an empty telephone booth and called a number. Burbank’s voice responded.
In quick, brief phrases, Cliff gave his report. Burbank’s quiet, patient voice checked the information. Cliff hung up the receiver.
The word was in. His job now was to meet Donegan at the Club Yama.
EVEN as Cliff Marsland was leaving the drug store, a telephone was ringing in a room of the Dolban Hotel, near Ninety-sixth Street. Harry Vincent answered it. He had moved up to the Dolban to keep away from observation by Flash Donegan’s underlings.
Burbank’s quiet voice greeted Harry’s response.
“Emergency,” came Burbank’s warning. “Go direct to One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street. Call back for instructions.”
Within three minutes, Harry was on board an uptown subway train. The hidden wheels of The Shadow’s secret machinery were clicking. The Shadow’s agent was in the race to reach Jerry Middleton — not only in the race, but leading the field.
The man with the clew had visited Cardona. Dunc Miller’s information was now turned to use for The Shadow!