“Not even they knew who controlled them. They were paid to work and to forget.
“Their master made one mistake. He chose a car that could be identified — a Halcyon Eight of a particular model, with certain equipment that made it recognizable.
“That car was discovered and watched — by agents in my employ. It came from a house above Ninety-sixth Street — the exact address is irrelevant.
“In that house, Killer Durgan was hiding. Arline Griscom was in his power. She is now safe. But after she had gone away, a certain man — myself — entered the house once more.
“Upon the body of Killer Durgan were discovered — these!”
A black-clad hand was thrust forward. It dropped white sheets of paper upon the table. Upon them were inscribed typewritten messages.
Another sheet of paper fluttered to the table. It was a letter, bearing the address of Stanley Wilberton’s private office.
“You will find,” said The Shadow, “that those typings are the same. They bear distinct marks that show they were made with the same machine — the typewriter outside your office — the one used by your confidential secretary, Crowley!”
HOWARD GRISCOM seemed bewildered. He began to recall cryptic remarks made by Lamont Cranston. He looked at Stanley Wilberton. The financier was staring with hard, cold eyes.
“From that night when you were at Griscom’s home” — The Shadow was addressing Griscom — “your purpose was evident to me. You would lend the money for the theatrical merger — if the business would be stabilized by yielding to racketeers!