“It gives me the creeps,” said Quinn.
The other men laughed — all except Bert Crull. That fellow seemed thoughtful, but his face was impassive. He finally smiled slightly.
“Whose deal?” he asked quietly.
Harry Vincent’s thoughts were active while the cards were being dealt.
He had received instructions over the air. They were orders from The Shadow, artfully inserted in a radio dialogue.
After the instructions he had heard a laugh — a laugh in a voice that he had heard before. It was the laugh of The Shadow — and Perry Quinn had not relished that laugh!
CHAPTER XII
DEATH TO THE SHADOW
On the following evening, a man came down the alley that passed by the den known as the Black Ship. As he approached, a figure slipped into a gap between two houses, and remained hidden there.
The man entered the Black Ship.