“That does not alter the circumstances,” said The Shadow. “There are reasons why I choose to be here — as Lamont Cranston.
“There is an excellent wireless station upstairs. You installed it — for which I thank you — but you have neglected it. I find it useful in experiments.”
Lamont Cranston was too amazed to reply. The calm assurance of his mysterious visitor completely bewildered him.
“So you must leave tomorrow,” announced The Shadow. “Go before noon. Tell no one of your plans. Leave no address. Say nothing about my visit. It would not be wise for you to mention it.”
“You threaten me?” demanded the millionaire. “You have chosen the wrong person. I shall tell you my plans. I shall remain here. I shall denounce you as an impostor.”
* * *
The Shadow smiled, in perfect imitation of the millionaire. From his pocket he drew a small pad, and pencil. He wrote upon the paper, and turned it toward Lamont Cranston.
“My signature!” gasped the millionaire.
“Yes,” was the reply, “and that is not all. You have been very lax in handling the affairs of Lamont Cranston.
“There are many matters which you have forgotten. There are many securities, in safe-deposit vaults. You do not know the exact amounts. I do.