The man in the chair made a great effort to fight off the controlling force that held him.
“I don’t know!” he said. “I don’t know!”
“Tell me why!”
“Because” — the admission came slowly from Stanley Berger’s lips — “because I had stolen his private correspondence.”
“To what did the correspondence refer?”
“I do not know.”
The Shadow was silent. Berger’s last statement had come with a spontaneous relief. It was obvious that he had spoken the truth.
“With whom did Jonathan Graham correspond?”
Stanley Berger could not overcome The Shadow’s control. His lips seemed automatic as they framed the reply:
“With a man named Whitburn.”