"Mr. Cranston is in a very serious condition. He has mentioned your name twice. I would appreciate it if you would come to his home as soon as possible."
"I shall come immediately. What is the trouble?"
"An accident. I shall explain later. There is a train from the Pennsylvania Station at four thirty-five. Mr. Cranston's car will meet you at Rahway."
Fellows's mind was working actively as he hurried to the depot. An accident to Lamont Cranston, coincident with the disappearance of The Shadow! He had not thought of it before. The incidents of his previous visit to the millionaire's home now loomed large in his memory.
* * *
The physician met Fellows in the hallway of Lamont Cranston's home. He took the insurance broker to one side, and ushered him into a small room where they were joined by Richards, the millionaire's valet.
"Mr. Cranston is sleeping now," explained Doctor Huston Wells. "We must not disturb him for a while. But matters have been serious. Only servants in the house — although Richards here is very capable. But the circumstances are most unusual, and when I heard that Mr. Cranston had spoken your name, I questioned Richards. I learned that you have long been a friend of Mr. Cranston, so I summoned you."
"I am glad you did," replied Fellows. "Tell me what has happened."
"You must keep the matter strictly confidential," said the doctor.
"Mr. Fellows will do that, sir," put in Richards. "He has had business dealings with Mr. Cranston for several years. They are very good friends. When Mr. Cranston spoke this morning, I was sure that he wanted Mr. Fellows here."