CHAPTER XXVII
VINCENT TAKES ACTION
It was quarter past nine. The game of cards was over. Harry Vincent sat alone in Blair Windsor’s living room. He could hear the click of pool balls coming from the billiard room.
He had drawn a blank when he had tuned in on WNX. Not a significant word had been said in the program. The card game had ended abruptly, shortly before the radio announcer had terminated his talk over the air.
Philip Harper and Garret Buckman were going over to see Perry Quinn at the hospital. Blair Windsor and Bert Crull had decided to shoot a game of pool.
Harry Vincent felt desperate. He had been sure of a message from The Shadow, to-night. Now the situation was difficult. What should he do?
Vernon passed through the room. The presence of this man, who Harry felt sure was implicated in the plot against Blair Windsor, brought ominous thoughts to Harry’s mind.
Ten minutes went by. The clicking of the pool balls ceased. Blair Windsor entered the room. His face was frank and full of cheer. He eyed Harry’s glum countenance.
“What’s the matter, old man?” asked Windsor.
“Nothing,” replied Harry. “I’m just thinking.”