Windsor’s willingness to take immediate action was good news to Harry Vincent. It was much better to take a hand now than to wait.
“You’re right, Blair,” said Harry. “Here’s what I suggest we do. Investigate the cellar first.”
“Fine. I have two automatics upstairs. Let’s get them.”
* * *
Harry’s own automatic was in the car, but he preferred to use the one that Windsor might supply.
He did not want to mention The Shadow. If he revealed the fact that he had come to Brookdale prepared, it might lead to questioning on Blair’s part.
“What about Vernon?” asked Harry, as Blair rose from his chair.
Blair Windsor nodded.
“I’ll get him out of the way,” he said. “He can drive the light car. I’ll send him downtown for some supplies.”
Windsor went into the hall and called Vernon. The man answered from upstairs. Blair went up to meet him on the landing. Vernon came down a minute later, counting items on his fingers, and muttering, “Eggs, potatoes, bread—”