"Who?" quizzed Barruci incredulously.
"A New York dick, named Cardona," declared Quellan. "He's working alone out here — and from what I hear, The Shadow is keeping under cover, for fear Cardona will find him.
"The Shadow's quick when it comes to battling with mobs, because he knows their ways. But he's yellow when the police get on his trail. Take it from me. I know."
"You think Cardona knows where The Shadow is?" Barruci questioned.
"Yes," Jake answered. "But there's only one guy can make him tell."
"Who?"
"You're looking at him."
Al Barruci was thoughtful. He wished that Jake Quellan had arrived a while ago. Still, it might not yet be too late. Barruci wanted to know more.
"We heard that Cardona was here," he said. "But we weren't tipped off to the lay. We heard just enough to let us know that there was trouble coming. That was all."
"I'm telling you what the trouble is," declared Quellan emphatically. "What's more, I know where Cardona is located. He's staying at a hotel, here in town. I came out alone, so as not to let the New York cops get wise.