"There's just one danger," declared Judge coldly. "The Shadow is still alive. He is wise to our game. We must get him. He can't be far away."
"I think I know where he is," said Deacon quietly.
"You do?" exclaimed Judge eagerly.
"Yes," replied Deacon. "I had a hunch. You remember that the girl — Delmar's daughter — gave an interview in which she mentioned The Shadow?"
"Yes."
"I remembered that. It made me figure that if he was working with any one here in town, it would be Martha Delmar. So I drove past there today. I looked where I didn't look last night — at the sidewalks."
"You saw—"
"A splotch of blood on the sidewalk, by the corner. Like a man had stopped there, leaning against the telegraph pole. That settled it in my mind. The Shadow is at Delmar's!"
"If you could have planned some way to get him—"
"It would have been useless, Judge. Whatever he might tell, he has told already. Tonight is the time to get in there. But you can't do it — and I can't do it!"