"The Shadow!" exclaimed Barruci. "He can't be in Chicago!"
"Why not?"
"Because" — Barruci paused reflectively — "he was here once before. He made plenty of trouble, then. If he was here, he wouldn't be laying low. So I figure he isn't here."
"No?" Quellan's question was challenging. "Well, you're wrong, Barruci. He is here and he is laying low. That's why I've come to get him. Before he starts more trouble. We don't want him back in New York."
"We don't want him here, either!" Barruci exclaimed.
"Great. Then you can help me get him," Jake replied.
"How?"
Slowly, Jake Quellan began to unfold his plan.
"The Shadow," he said, "is on the run, for once. He does things pretty much his own way. Once in a while he crosses the police, and they never can do anything about it.
"Well, this time, they've got the goods on him — and there's a man on his trail who is outsmarting him."