Shires opened the curtain a bit and peered out. The grin that showed on his face evidently indicated that no one was in the barroom. Ernie cast a last glance at the form of Big Ben.
“Looks like you’re out of it,” he mumbled. “But there’s one guy that ain’t out of it — won’t be until I get him. That’s The Shadow!” A look of evil hatred came over Ernie’s features. “And he’s the guy I’m going to get!”
Ernie Shires was gone. Cliff followed a few minutes later. He said nothing to the waiter as he passed through the restaurant. The man would probably find Big Ben soon. It would be best to be somewhere else then.
Cliff was still thinking of the night’s events when he reached his apartment. Killer Durgan, Ernie Shires, Big Ben Hargins — all had met with defeat that night!
Cliff had played his part. So had Nipper, Dave, and Patsy.
They had been paid by The Shadow, those three — and The Shadow, in turn, had been repaid by the very men whom he had thwarted!
CHAPTER XIV
GRISCOM SEEKS AID
IN the center of a great private office, a man sat alone at a massive desk. He was a strange, solitary figure, in the midst of commodious surroundings.
Everything in the room betokened wealth and influence — from the huge, expensive rug to the oak-paneled walls. The place was obviously the headquarters of a man of great importance — and the man was Stanley Wilberton, banker and financier.