Entering the house, Harry found the four men playing cards. It was eight o’clock. He joined them.
He watched Bert Crull as the game began. The man’s face betrayed nothing. He was clever, and therefore doubly dangerous.
Vernon was there, too. The gray-haired servant was attending to trifling details in the room. His face, like Crull’s, was impassive.
Harry Vincent became tense as the minutes ticked by. He could scarcely wait until the hour of nine — the time when he would receive his message from The Shadow!
CHAPTER XXIV
THE DEN OF LOO LOOK
The hop joint of Loo Look was one of the most notorious dives of the underworld. It was a rendezvous of dope fiends, the spot chosen by the flotsam and jetsam of the criminal circle.
This den was one of very few that had survived the forays of the police. It was located in an obscure part of Chinatown, in a basement beneath squalid buildings. Its entrances were difficult to find. These facts appeared to be the reason why it managed to exist.
But it was rumored among crooks that Loo Look, the idol-faced keeper of the place, had a pull with the police. No one had ever proven that point. But no one had ever put the question to Tiger Bronson.
It was a significant fact that the overlord of gangdom had known of the hop joint, and had instructed Spotter to appear there nightly.