He went upstairs softly. Bert Crull was no longer in the living room. Some one entered. It was Vernon, who had just come downstairs. The old servant looked at Vincent quizzically.
“Where is Mr. Windsor?” questioned Harry.
“He and Mr. Buckman came in, sir,” replied Vernon. “He told me to lock up.”
“Oh!” Harry’s exclamation showed surprise. “Is every one in the house?”
“Yes, sir. They have all come upstairs. I thought that you had come up, also. Mr. Windsor said that you had left them on the porch, and had come in.”
“I did!” exclaimed Harry. “But I didn’t hear them come in. I was just going out to rejoin them. Since they are already upstairs, I shall retire also.”
In his room, Harry Vincent wondered. Had his imagination been at work, during that episode in the cellar?
No. He felt sure that he had followed some person. Yet if he had, the amazing disappearance of that person seemed incredible.
Quick thoughts came to his groping mind. There was only one man who disappeared like that — and that man was The Shadow!
Harry had received no messages from New York. Could it be that The Shadow himself was at Brookdale, haunting the home of Blair Windsor like a spectre that one could glimpse but could not follow?