“It’s a funny thing,” observed Harry, as he stopped the car around the corner. “Warwick started the rumpus about The Shadow. Warwick is also after Palermo. Why hasn’t he identified Palermo as The Shadow?”
“Because Palermo is not The Shadow.”
“Of course not. But Warwick has quizzed Palermo and he has encountered The Shadow. He must see some connection—”
“Either he thinks they are working together; or he knows the truth, namely that Palermo and The Shadow are opposed to one another. Warwick is a keen man, Harry.”
Harry climbed from the car, and Clyde followed. Together they went to the back of the house. Harry observed the white-boards over the rear window where The Shadow had entered.
“Loose,” he remarked, after a quick inspection. He pried the boards open and tried the window.
“Unlocked. Come along.”
Clyde pushed Harry through the window and his companion helped him follow. They were in total darkness at first; when they had made their way to the front of the building they observed a light at the head of the stairs.
“Come along,” said Harry.
From his pocket he drew a loaded automatic and gave it to Clyde. With his own gun in hand, Harry led the way.