"No one will know," declared Martha. "I can rely on my servant. Thank you, doctor. This may mean worlds to me."
Upstairs the girl entered the room where Henry Arnaud lay weak and quiet. His eyes opened as he heard Martha's approach. The maid had gone to prepare some medicine.
Henry Arnaud's lips moved. They whispered words. Martha listened intently and nodded as she caught their meaning. She found a paper and pencil, and wrote a message that The Shadow dictated. Afterward, when Henry Arnaud seemed to be comfortably sleeping, Martha took the paper downstairs. There, at the telephone, she sent a telegram to Rutledge Mann, an investment broker in New York. It did not seem to be an important message. It called for an immediate delivery of all the bonds which Mr. Mann had been instructed to purchase. They were to be sent by air mail, with special delivery when they reached Middletown. The telegram included this address, and Martha gave her own name as the signature.
She wondered about the message. It seemed like the garbled idea of a confused mind.
What could its purpose be? Martha wondered; but she had obeyed.
For Henry Arnaud wore the symbol of The Shadow, and his dictates were the only hope that remained to Martha Delmar!
Chapter XXII — Sunday Night
Harvey Bronlon's big limousine swung into the dark driveway, its brilliant headlights throwing a tremendous glare upon the porch of the millionaire's home. Bronlon himself stepped from the car. He was followed by Judge.
The two men entered the house. They were met by a servant, who spoke to Harvey Bronlon.
"Someone has been trying to call Mr. Traver, sir," said the flunky. "He left a number here." Bronlon passed the slip of paper to Judge, who scanned it closely. He went to the telephone and called. He spoke in quiet, terse monosyllables. Then he hung up the receiver and went into Bronlon's smoking room, where the millionaire was awaiting him.