Still, neither was forgetful. As the cab whirled along Broadway, a single thought was uppermost in the minds of both Cliff and Arline.
Neither could forget that mysterious man in black who had arrived from nowhere to rescue them both from death. They had been saved by The Shadow!
CHAPTER XXI
THE FINAL RECKONING
IT was nearly midnight. Two elderly men were seated in a little windowless, luxuriously furnished room. The men were at opposite sides of a highly polished table. The walls of the room were tapestried, at each side, curtains denoted hidden niches that served as closets.
There was one door leading into the room — a massive door, with strips of iron and a huge knob of the same metal.
This was Stanley Wilberton’s study. He was talking to Howard Griscom. There was a contrast between the two men. Both elderly, Wilberton was keen and alert, while Griscom seemed on the point of collapse.
“It’s terrible, Griscom,” said Wilberton. “I sympathize with you. I should like to help you; but I do not know how.”
“I thank you for inviting me here tonight,” replied Griscom.
“That is nothing,” returned Wilberton. “It is the very least that I can do. But you have made a grave error, Griscom. You should have conferred with me before you notified the police that your daughter was gone.