The words of Harry Vincent came as a revelation to Clyde Burke.
He recalled the strange personality of George Clarendon; how the man could appear and vanish almost miraculously. He remembered that creepy laugh that he had heard, and he had vague recollections of the figure in black that had brought him safely to his room.
His tongue loosened.
“The Shadow!” he exclaimed. “I have heard of him. I have listened to his voice over the radio. They say that his identity is unknown, even in the broadcasting studio.”
“That is true,” said Harry.
“I have heard his name mentioned,” went on Burke. “It has been spoken in a whisper, by close-mouthed crooks who have feared him.
“Some have said he is a supercriminal. Others have claimed that he is a great detective. Which is true?”
“I do not know,” replied Harry frankly. “I can tell you only that The Shadow never fails those who work in his behalf. Furthermore, he has brought disaster to the schemes of dangerous men.
“Now he plans to thwart the machinations of a villainous person— Doctor Albert Palermo. It is our duty to obey The Shadow. Do you agree?”
Clyde Burke silently gripped Harry Vincent’s hand.