“White signifies: ‘Your work is ended. No more meetings!’ Correct?”
“Yes.”
“Where were the meetings held?”
The reply that was forming on Stanley Berger’s lips suddenly died away. He fought against the control that held him in its merciless grip.
“No! No!” His exclamation came in short, nervous gasps. “I cannot tell! I must not tell!”
He fell forward on the table, and buried his head in his arms.
THERE was complete silence for a few tense minutes. Then a distant clock chimed ten times.
A low, fraughtful hiss came from The Shadow. It was well past the half hour that he had allotted. His voice whispered gentle, soothing words:
“Look up.”
Berger raised his head.