A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE
Harry Vincent was worried. It was now the third evening that he had been in Blair Windsor’s home. The first night had been marked by the message which had come over the radio. He had expected a similar message the second night, but it had not come.
He had been expectant to-night; he had tuned in on WGG at three o’clock, and WNX at six o’clock, but to no avail.
What had happened to The Shadow? In all his experiences with that mysterious person, Harry Vincent had found that a trail once opened was followed. Yet now, after his first instructions to watch for a certain type of man Harry had received no further word.
During the day, Harry had contrived to keep a watchful eye on both Perry Quinn and Bert Crull. One of these, he felt sure, was his man — Quinn because he had acted suspiciously; Crull because he looked like the man whom Harry had seen in the farmhouse.
Yet with two days of observation to his credit, Harry had discovered nothing. Now it was nearly nine o’clock. Perhaps some word would arrive, subtly hidden in the broadcast from station WNX.
Harry Vincent entered the large living room. All the men were there. Buckman and Blair Windsor were engaged in a game of chess; Harper was looking on. Crull was reading the evening paper. But Quinn seemed restless; he was walking up and down the room.
Harry tuned in on station WNX. When he looked around, Quinn had gone.
“Where’s Perry?” questioned Harry. “Thought I saw him here a minute ago.”
Harper looked up and shrugged his shoulders.