The girl shook her head. She no longer betrayed a look of recognition.
As they sat at the lunch table, Harry Vincent was thoughtful. The tone of the girl’s voice, her smile, and her manner left no room for doubt.
She was the girl who had rescued him. Why did she pretend not to recognize him? What was her purpose with Bruce Duncan?
Was she a friend or an enemy of The Shadow?
CHAPTER XI
NEW DEVELOPMENTS
IT was early in the evening. The old building on Twenty-third Street was dark. All the occupants of the dingy offices had gone home a few hours before.
A single light gleamed in a room on the second floor. But any one going through the building would not have observed it; for the room in which it appeared was thoroughly curtained. A black cloth hung over the glass door on which the name “B. Jonas” appeared.
Beneath the shaded light was a table, and there hands were at work. Like a creature of the night, The Shadow was going over the data which he had received from his agent, Claude Fellows.
The insurance broker’s report was one of definite information. It referred in part to Harry Vincent: