“Tell me his first name!”
“I do not know it.”
The glowing eyes burned steadily before the entranced gaze of Stanley Berger. There was a sharp click, as though The Shadow had snapped his fingers. The man in the chair started, and rubbed his forehead.
“Look at the table,” came the whispered voice.
Berger obeyed. A hand came before his eyes, carrying the five cards from the table drawer.
Upon the third finger of the hand was a ring with a large gem that glowed with crimson depths. It caught Stanley Berger’s attention, fascinating him.
“Look at those cards,” said The Shadow. “I shall tell you what they mean. Answer each statement that I make. Black signifies: ‘There is a meeting to-night.’ That is correct?”
“Yes.”
“Gray signifies: ‘Meeting to-night. Do not come unless absolutely safe.’ Correct?”
“Yes.”