It was only a few minutes from the Pink Rat to Loo Look’s. Spotter chose a somewhat indirect route; but he arrived soon, nevertheless; and he slipped into the door of a deserted building that was one of the entrances to the hop joint.
Descending some steps, Spotter came into an underground corridor. His path was barred by a Chinaman.
“Me see Loo Look,” said Spotter.
“All lightee,” replied the man. He had seen Spotter before.
The little gangster wondered how The Shadow would pass the Chinese guard. Probably in some disguise. The Shadow could get in anywhere.
Spotter came to a door. He tapped three times. It swung open, and the little man faced another guard. Spotter raised his hands in a sign of friendliness, and was allowed to pass.
He always had qualms on the threshold of that doorway. He suspected that there was a trap in the floor that would drop any dangerous visitor to his doom. If so, much trouble would be avoided if The Shadow failed to impress the guard. Spotter gloated as he imagined The Shadow falling through the trap.
* * *
There were three entrances to Loo Look’s, the little gangster knew. All presented the same hazards.
The Shadow would have to pass two guards. It seemed probable to Spotter that The Shadow would choose this particular entrance, if The Shadow chose to enter at all. That was the only proviso that was discouraging to Spotter.