A few seconds later, the door closed. The lock clicked. There was a slight sound at the alley door. It opened. It closed. A vague shape moved toward the street.
The Shadow had come and gone! Like a phantom of the night, he had made his way to Ernie’s lair and had taken away three slips of cardboard.
What was the purpose of this nocturnal visit?
Only The Shadow knew!
CHAPTER XI
THE BLOWOFF
CLIFF MARSLAND entered the Club Drury, just as he had done twenty-four hours before. Last night’s affray had not hurt business. If anything, it had added to the peculiar reputation of the night club. The dance floor was thronged.
A smile came over Cliff’s lips. It seemed strange that he should be here again, so soon; that despite his important role in the fracas that had rocked the Club Drury, he should be totally unsuspected and quite free to come and go.
He made his way along the wall until he reached the entrance with the hanging curtains. There he encountered a waiter.
“Private room No. 6,” said Cliff.