“With your aid,” came Palermo’s low voice, “I can defeat The Shadow. You are a man above suspicion.
The police are at your disposal. Through you, I can combat this menace which threatens all of us.”
“Give me your commands,” replied the detective.
“Say nothing of the Macklin case,” said Palermo. “Work on your own, in your accustomed way. Keep all information to yourself.
“The Shadow may be watching your departure from this building, but he will suspect nothing. He will believe you came here to quiz me.
“In the meantime, I shall set a trap. The Shadow may be watching for gangsters; he will never believe that the police are out for him. He is a dangerous man. He must die!”
Stanley Warwick’s face seemed to harden as he nodded.
“You have been here long enough,” Palermo said. “I know where to reach you. Do not come again until I instruct you to do so.”
When Stanley Warwick left the Marimba Apartments, four eyes were watching him from the darkened room across the street. Harry Vincent made his report. Stanley Warwick had been in Palermo’s apartment less than half an hour.
The Shadow’s agents left their hiding place, satisfied with their work. They were confident that the net was tightening about Palermo.