And The Shadow knew! The Shadow would not be so easily thwarted!
CHAPTER XXI. IN NEW YORK
A GROUP of hard-faced men were gathered in a sordid room, beneath the level of the street. Their surroundings marked their meeting place as a hidden dive in New York’s underworld.
Upon the floor lay a bound prisoner, a cowering, dull-faced man whose eyes were turned bleatingly toward his captors. His parched lips were muttering words of pleading.
The door opened, and another man joined the insidious crew. He came with the attitude of a superior — a man who felt himself to be the leader.
The newcomer was Ivan Motkin.
The Red agent’s attention was turned immediately toward the man on the floor. Disdain showed on Motkin’s evil features. He gloated at the sight of this prisoner.
“He has told?”
Motkin’s words were in Russian. All members of the group nodded. Motkin laughed as his companions poured forth words of explanation.
The prisoner had been in the service of Frederick Froman. He had been recognized by one of the Red agents in New York. They had seized the man and had made him tell what he had learned. From his lips they had gained sufficient information.