The only explanation he could give to Lamont Cranston’s visit was that the millionaire — whom he had identified with The Shadow — was anxious to have the episode of his injury forgotten.
Fellows had promised to say nothing about it, when he had answered Lamont Cranston’s summons four months ago. But what was the purpose of this strange attempt to ferret out his mind — to make him betray some recollection of the event?
Did The Shadow mistrust him? There could be no reason for that. Perhaps — the thought was impossible — he was mistaken in The Shadow’s identity! Fellows found himself leaning toward that idea.
Half an hour ago, the insurance broker had been sure that Lamont Cranston and The Shadow were one man. Now he had lost that conviction. He realized that his brains were like those of a child, when compared to the master mind of The Shadow.
The stenographer returned. Fellows still sat at his desk, staring into space. At last he collected his thoughts, glanced at his wrist watch, and removed his spectacles.
It was time for lunch.
Fellows had been sitting, wondering, for an hour and a half. Yet he was still perplexed.
CHAPTER VI
THE SHADOW INVESTIGATES
It was late in the evening. A misty drizzle was falling, and the lights above the Philadelphia street were dim in the gloom. The front of Mrs. Johnson’s boarding house was black and shadowy.