“Hello! Burbank?”
The Shadow received acknowledgment. Burbank was one of his trusted agents.
“Report!” came The Shadow’s whisper.
The silence of the apartment was disturbed only by the clicking voice that came from the receiver. The sound ceased.
“Good!” said The Shadow. “I understand. You heard him order the theater ticket this morning. Downtown. Vincent trailed him to the theater. Where has Vincent gone?”
A short explanation clicked from the receiver.
“You did not recognize the man he followed?” The question came in The Shadow’s whisper. “What address did he give the cab driver?”
Burbank’s information came over the wire.
“Good work,” commended The Shadow. “That is all for to-night, Burbank.”
The receiver was replaced upon the hook. The flashlight beamed upon the desk. A hand appeared in the spot of glare, and the hand held a watch.