"Yes," came the sibilant whisper. "To-day's report was excellent."
"Thank you," replied Fellows.
"Realizing that you would be alone," said the voice of The Shadow, "I took this opportunity to join you on your journey. I have been thinking matters over. Listen carefully while I tell you what our new plans will be. You can give Vincent his instructions tomorrow."
Fellows leaned back in the seat and shut his eyes. He felt more accustomed to that strange, whispered voice. It was low but clear. Every word seemed to impress itself upon his mind.
"The fourth man, picked for death, will reach the meeting place on next Tuesday. At ten o'clock a train leaves Harrisburg — southwest, through the Cumberland Valley. I believe the meeting place is in that direction — perhaps among the surrounding mountains.
"Before next Tuesday the place must be discovered. You may intrust that work to two men — Harry Vincent and Bruce Duncan.
"You will receive a memorandum to-morrow morning by nine o'clock."
The big car turned off the road and stopped between stone gateposts. A keeper appeared in the glare of the lights and opened the iron gates.
The limousine swung up the driveway. It stopped at the entrance to Cranston's mansion. The chauffeur opened the door on the side where The Shadow sat. The porch lights shone fully into the interior of the automobile. The insurance broker could see the entire seat as he stepped out.
The car was empty!