“How does he come into it now?” questioned Birdie Crull, anxiously.
“Through you. He has found your trail.”
Birdie Crull repressed a shudder.
“How do you know?”
“Bronson tells me so. You know Spotter?”
“Yes. Every one does.”
“The Shadow has been pumping Spotter. I have the details here. He wants to find a man who has nerve; can use a gun; or a knife.”
Birdie Crull stared blankly at the wall.
“Do you think he is wise?” he questioned. “Does he know about — Jarnow — and Griffith?”
The murderer’s voice quavered slightly. Isaac Coffran studied him with piercing eyes.