“I received a phone call from your friend Claude Fellows. I went to his office. He told me that I was in danger.”
“What sort of danger?”
“Something to do with those jewels that I got from Russia, the time you and The Shadow helped me. Some one has wised up to the fact that I have them. The result is that I’m under observation. So Fellows advised me to get out, and do it neatly. I wouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
Bruce Duncan laughed.
“When there’s trouble, I like to be around,” he said. “Fellows insisted that I go away, and tell no one where I was. I said I had no place to go. He told me come back to see him later, which I did. Then he offered me a plan.”
“Which was — “
“To serve as a messenger. He said that you were in danger up here; that it wouldn’t do you any harm if I should be seen in the vicinity.
“I slid out of New York, and here I am. I was instructed to notify Fellows from Hartford, whether or not you kept the appointment. So I’m going back there to-night. Perhaps I’ll be over again.”
“I don’t see where you are in danger, Bruce,” said Harry slowly. “There’s no connection between the jewels and Professor Whitburn. There hasn’t been anything happen that indicates the jewels are involved.”