Vic Marquette prepared to take the counterfeiters away in his car. He was to return later for the body of Birdie Crull. The gunman’s confession was in Marquette’s pocket.
After a short consultation, Harry Vincent arranged to drop out of the picture. Credit for the capture belonged to Marquette. All the necessary evidence was available. Other secret-service men would soon arrive to go over the ground.
Harry Vincent returned to Blair Windsor’s house, sure that The Shadow had been there before him. There was no danger from Isaac Coffran. If the old man had remained on guard, he would have fallen into the clutches of The Shadow.
But Isaac Coffran had not waited. He had escaped in Blair Windsor’s automobile. He alone, of the entire gang, managed to elude the clutches of the secret service.
Harry Vincent drove back to New York that night. It was a long, wearisome drive, through torrents of pouring rain. Yet the young man kept on.
His nerves were tingling from the excitement of the adventures which he had undergone; and the trip seemed to steady him. He arrived at the Metrolite Hotel, and slept for twenty-four hours.
There was considerable surprise at the New Jersey airport when Lamont Cranston’s plane made a perfect landing there, despite the poor visibility.
There was more surprise at the millionaire’s home, when Lamont Cranston announced that he was leaving for Europe, and would not return for a month, at least.
Burbank left, for his work was finished.