“Good.”
“So The Shadow can never reach the inner den. I shall be notified within a few minutes after he falls into my snare.”
“Only one thing,” Tiger Bronson’s voice was serious. “What about that passage you and I use, Loo Look?”
The squat Chinaman laughed.
“I wish that he would enter there,” he said.
“Why? There are no guards to stop him,” interposed Tiger Bronson. “He would reach the hop joint if he came that way.”
“You think so?” Loo Look’s voice was sinister. “Listen, Tiger. You never come to this place except when I am here, do you?”
“No. I always send word when I am coming.”
“I told you once that if your key failed to work in the door of the house across the street, you would have to go away and come later.”
“Correct. I never bothered to ask you why.”