It was after nine o’clock, so Harry dressed and went to the Grandville Building. There he left the letter with Fellows’ stenographer. After that he went out for breakfast.
Evidently there were to be no immediate duties for him. Last night, Harry had congratulated himself upon his skill in trailing Volovick, the man who had been following Stanley Berger. But that had ended in a fiasco.
Harry had fallen into a simple snare; The Shadow had been forced to rescue him.
Last night had furnished plenty of excitement. But now it appeared that he had been dropped from the task of watching Stanley Berger. Harry felt somewhat piqued.
He went back to the hotel and read a newspaper. In the journal he saw the account of Stanley Berger’s suicide.
Harry whistled softly. So that was why he had been relieved from duty!
He could not believe that Berger was dead. It was a strange, unexplainable sequel to the events of last night.
A MAN entered the lobby while Harry was still pondering over the demise of Stanley Berger. Spying Harry, the newcomer approached and slapped him on the back.
Harry was startled by the suddenness of the greeting.
“Bruce Duncan!” he exclaimed.