“Let me explain,” said the standing man, in those same tones that seemed the actual voice of the millionaire. “Some people call me The Shadow.
“That is but one identity. I have other personalities that I assume, as easily as I don my black cloak and hat.
“One of my personalities is that of Lamont Cranston. In the past, I have used it while you were away. At present, I choose to use it now. It would be embarrassing for both of us to be here. So you must go.”
Sudden enlightenment came to the amazed millionaire.
“So that is why Richards acted so strangely!” he exclaimed. “You have deceived him while I was away! You were here, masquerading as myself. You were injured.”
“That is correct,” replied the personage who so perfectly resembled Lamont Cranston. “I told Richards never to mention the incident. I am surprised that he slipped. He is usually so very careful.”
The real Lamont Cranston became suddenly indignant. His fear had dwindled since his visitor had ceased that weird whisper. Now he was becoming angry.
“You are an impostor,” he exclaimed.
“You think so?”
“I know it.”