“Well,” he said, “a trip to Europe might not be so bad. I usually spend too much time making my own plans. It is rather pleasing to have some one do the work for me. But there is the matter of reservations—”
“That has all been arranged,” replied The Shadow. “You sail tomorrow afternoon on the Aquatic. I anticipated this a few days ago, and made all preparations.
“Your name is not published in the passenger list. So remember my warning. Say nothing to reveal your identity until you are on the ocean.”
The millionaire laughed. Then he extended his hand.
“I suppose the check was signed by Lamont Cranston,” he said. “That would be the final touch.”
“It was.”
“Well, it sounds sporty. This is a new experience for me. You have convinced me that there is no use in opposing you.
“I don’t know your purpose, or what you intend to do; but I wish you the best of luck.”
The eyes of The Shadow were piercing as they studied the face of the millionaire. They seemed to read Lamont Cranston’s thoughts; to learn that he spoke the truth, and would play his part in this unexpected game.
The Shadow grasped the millionaire’s hand. Then he stooped, and lifted his cloak and hat. The garments enveloped his form; his features of Lamont Cranston’s double were obscured.