When early afternoon arrived, he had reached a state of mental desperation. Finding an excuse to drive to the town, he went away in his car.
Choosing an obscure field, he set up his wireless equipment and sent a message. He waited a long while, but no reply came.
It never occurred to Harry that he should have returned to Blair Windsor’s home, to listen in on station WGG at three o’clock. For once he misunderstood The Shadow’s directions. Orders that came from The Shadow were to be obeyed until countermanded. But Harry Vincent, this time, was in a bewildered condition.
He sent his message at one o’clock in the afternoon, stating where he was and what had happened. He neglected to request an immediate reply; simply stating that he was returning to Windsor’s home. And, waiting, he failed to get back in time for the message that came from WGG.
Harry worried more before dinner time. He had sent The Shadow the names of Perry Quinn and Bert Crull, hoping to learn which man to watch. And he was in a quandary.
At six o’clock, with scarcely any thought, Harry tuned in on station WNX. Every one was in the living room at the time. Dinner was to be served in half an hour.
Five minutes of the radio program went by, and Harry heard nothing of interest. Perry Quinn arose and strolled out to the porch. Harry decided to join him.
Scarcely had Harry left the room before the voice of the radio announcer began to talk about New York City. Certain of his words carried a definite emphasis.
“Those who come to see New York are amazed at the extent of the high-speed transit system. You can travel for miles along the double-tracked el, and in the four-tracked subway—”
Bert Crull looked up suddenly. Surprise was on his face.