Burbank’s voice seemed reassuring, but all hope faded with Cliff when he hung up the telephone. Harry Vincent was on his way to an unknown snare. Flash Donegan would be informed of his capture. The racketeer would deliver the death sentence.
Before The Shadow could possibly act, Harry Vincent would be no more!
All because Cliff had overloaded Dip’s drink with knock-out drops. If he had only used one, instead of two! But that was too late to rectify.
Cliff hastened to the other room to find Dip Riker still insensible. Vainly he strove to rouse the man. The dose had been too potent. Knowing the power in those drops, Cliff groaned. Dip would be unconscious for another hour — at least!
A feeling of intense helplessness swept over Cliff Marsland. It was mingled with a sense of blame and remorse.
Cliff had failed in his task. Harry Vincent was going to his doom! And where was The Shadow?
CHAPTER VII
MARGARET SEEKS A FRIEND
THE clock on Clinton Glendenning’s mantelpiece struck nine. The old man opened his eyes at the sound. He had been dozing in his easy-chair. He saw Larkin standing before him.
“What is it, Larkin?” growled the old man.