"I have seen a copy," The Shadow said. "It tallies with the original."
"It was written by my father," said the girl. "They say it proves he was a suicide—"
"It proves that he was slain!" declared the whispered voice. Martha sat down in the chair, and looked at the paper. The Shadow spoke, his words a virtual answer to the questions that were running through the girl's mind.
"The first paragraph," declared The Shadow, "is not indented. The second paragraph is. Yet the writing shows care and method. It proves that this is only part of your father's message. It is the last page. The first sentence is the continuation of a paragraph that began on the page before." Martha read the words: "I have contemplated suicide—" and realized instantly that The Shadow had struck the vital point.
"There was at least one other page," continued The Shadow. "Only this one was found. Someone took the remainder of the message. He wanted the death to be declared suicide — to cover murder." Martha Delmar nodded. Strangely enough, she had recovered quickly from the shock of learning that her father had been murdered. The thought of suicide had wounded her.
The fact that Roland Delmar had actually resolved to live came as a comforting thought.
"There have been two crimes in Middletown," said The Shadow. "I am speaking now of murder. Those responsible for your father's death are the ones who also killed Wellington and placed the blame upon Hubert Salisbury."
The voice paused thoughtfully.
"But those are not the only crimes. Murder was but incidental to the plotting that has reached this city. These men of crime have not yet completed their evil work. I shall thwart them!" The voice was sinister. Its shuddering tones awed the girl. Yet, despite the uncanniness of the scene, she knew that The Shadow was a friend. That fact banished fear.
"I shall turn their crimes against them," announced The Shadow, accenting each word with sibilant emphasis. "The truth shall be learned — and the innocent shall not suffer!" Martha could see the glowing eyes. She knew that the menacing glint was only meant for the foes of justice. To her, the eyes gleamed with warm friendliness.