HARRY opened the side window. The little door was just below. That was where Cardona would approach. Harry’s job was plain. Here, by the side window, he could talk to Middleton.
He would also be on hand as a prosecutor in case one of Flash Donegan’s men arrived before the police. When Cardona came, he could have Middleton — for the man’s information would then be on its way to The Shadow, with Harry bearing it!
Even if Harry should be found with Middleton, there would be no serious consequences. For Harry was not engaged in crime. He could pose as a good Samaritan, who had helped Middleton to his home. The man’s weakened condition would make the story plausible.
These possibilities flashed quickly through Harry’s keen brain. Now, leaning forward in a chair by the side window, he began his quiz.
“You’re worried, old fellow,” he said gently. “I’m here to help you. Talk to me.”
“You’re a friend?”
“Yes.”
The tone impressed Jerry Middleton, and the darkness eased his nervousness. He realized that his enemies already knew what he knew. Only a friend would want to hear his story.
“I’ll talk to you,” he said. “I’ll talk. Don’t question me. I’ve got to talk, or I’ll go mad!
“I knew all about these murders — all before they happened. All except Hasbrouck. That was news when I read it in the paper.