“Speak!”
The single word reached Holtmann’s ears in a low tone that seemed to come from a great distance.
Mechanically, Holtmann moved his lips. He spoke in gasping tones that only Froman, leaning close, could hear.
Short, vague phrases became connected sentences. Holtmann’s terrified eyes were staring at the searing torch that wavered threateningly above Froman’s shoulder. The menace was too great for human resistance.
Marcus Holtmann spoke; and Frederick Froman, listening intently, smiled as he heard the words.
He was learning the facts that he sought to know!
CHAPTER IV. THE SHADOW HEARS
IT was late the following afternoon. Parker Noyes was seated comfortably on a sun porch of Tobias Waddell’s home. He looked up as the millionaire stepped from the door that led to the house.
“I was just talking to Lamont Cranston,” announced Waddell. “I invited him out here to have dinner with us.”
“Remarkable chap, Cranston,” returned Noyes.