“No, sir.”
The Shadow laughed softly. He unscrewed the button. When it was loose, he pressed it.
“Now it lights,” came Burbank’s voice.
“All right. Come up!”
The elevator rose to the fortieth floor. The Shadow entered with the suitcase.
“Leave the door open,” he ordered. “Start down.”
“There’s another elevator running now,” explained Burbank, in a matter-of-fact voice. He was not looking at his companion. “They use two at night — local to twentieth, express to fortieth.
“When I brought the dicks up, they told me to wait there and they put a second express car in operation.
It couldn’t get past the thirty-ninth, either.”
“All right,” came the response. “Drop me somewhere.”