“Only one, Hassan,” said Palermo calmly. “Let Mr. Macklin have it. He needs it.
“The Shadow proved to be a rather clever person,” added Palermo, after Macklin had gulped his drink.
“In fact, he thought he had me trapped. I was forced to employ one of my best illusions. I disappeared in smoke.”
“You — what?” Macklin was incredulous.
“I vanished,” said Palermo calmly. “When next The Shadow saw me, he was at my mercy.
“Until then, he had been rather stupid. He suddenly showed signs of cleverness. Before I had chosen to blot him from existence, he managed to escape.”
“Whew!” exclaimed Macklin. Palermo’s description was too deep for him to understand, yet he accepted it. “Have you seen him since?”
“No.” There was a tone of disappointment in Palermo’s voice. “That is why I called you in, tonight. I want you to find him.”
“Find The Shadow!” blurted Macklin. “I wouldn’t go after that guy for all the money in the mint. He ain’t human! Nobody even knows what he looks like, and those that have tried to find out ain’t around to tell their story.”
“I have paid you well to remain in my employ,” Palermo said. “But suit yourself. Either our arrangement is at an end, and you may count yourself out on all future profits — or — find The Shadow!”