Only Lamont Cranston remained. He stood there, imagelike in his pose, his eyes staring steadily at the wall. He was thinking — not of the past, but of the future.
He was visioning the events that were to come!
CHAPTER XVI
AT THE BROOKLYN DOCK
“IT’S set for tonight, Cliff.” Madge Benton was speaking in a low, eager voice. “Durgan and Shires are both going to be there — to see that Bart Hennesy gets his. I’m telling you, because I hate Durgan!” Her eyes glowed fiercely. “I hate him — the rat!”
Cliff nodded thoughtfully. They were seated in an obscure corner of a little restaurant, where they had arranged a rendezvous.
Madge had called Cliff to let him know that she had important news. The meeting had followed. Madge was telling what she had overheard when Durgan and Shires had conferred a few hours before.
“You’ll get him, won’t you, Cliff?” questioned Madge.
The girl’s plea was pressing. Hardened to the ways of the underworld, she had but one desire. She wanted Cliff to murder Killer Durgan.
It was not an unseemly request, addressed to a man who possessed the reputation which Cliff had gained in the underworld.