“Moscow,” said Froman thoughtfully. “That must be managed immediately. Paris affairs can wait there. All will be safe, but we can dispose of nothing there. Then the shipment. Across the Atlantic, to New York—”
“Why to New York?”
Froman stared hard when he heard the lawyer’s question. Then keenness flashed in his eyes.
“Helmsworth!” he exclaimed.
Parker Noyes nodded. Froman grasped the attorney’s hand. The two men walked to the door of the little office. Froman did not utter another word. Only Noyes spoke.
“Send word by code to Moscow,” said the lawyer.
Frederick Froman nodded and left.
NEW events had taken place in New York. Plotters had changed their plans. Miles out to sea, the Bremen was moving swiftly on its rapid course across the Atlantic. On that ship was the only man who could have coped with these new problems. That man was The Shadow — on his way to Moscow.
Yet the aftermath of the conferences at the home of Parker Noyes took place upon that very ship. A single light shone upon a table in the corner of a cabin de luxe. Beneath that light were two white hands which held a radiogram that had been received that night.
NINE FIRST THIRD TEN QUARTER NINE HALF SECOND THIRD TEN