“Fellows didn’t have much to say, this morning,” he mused. “Simply told me to come up here, to look the place over.
“Windsor’s brother is in jail for murder, he said. Looks like there may be some trouble for the family. Not very promising for a start.”
Somehow, this adventure did not seem to hold much in store. Vincent had obeyed Fellows’s instructions as a matter of duty.
Harry owed his life to The Shadow. That strange person had once prevented him from committing suicide. Since then, he had helped The Shadow in various enterprises, all of which had been dangerous and exciting.
When The Shadow chose to act, Vincent recalled, something usually took place. But in the past, Harry had been sent out on more definite missions than this one. Here, he seemed handicapped.
There would be no excuse to enter Blair Windsor’s house. That seemed to be the obstacle. He had told Fellows so; and the insurance broker had made him delay the trip on that account.
Perhaps there were some new instructions. Harry tore open the envelope.
It contained a message written in a simple code; one which Harry understood, and could decipher without the slightest hesitation.
IMPORTANT. Garret Buckman, Boston insurance man, is going to visit Blair Windsor, arriving tomorrow. Buckman is a friend of Fellows. Call to see him. Windsor is very hospitable. If invited to stay, accept. Introduce yourself to Buckman as an old friend of Fellows. In the meantime, investigate at a distance. Study the vicinity. Notify what happens, whether invited or not. You are working on possibilities, only. Observe anything unusual that may concern Blair Windsor.
The message was somewhat more encouraging.