“Who’s there?” exclaimed Paget in a hoarse whisper.
“Wilbur,” came the reply.
“Come in,” said Paget.
The form of Wilbur Blake appeared. The man closed the door behind him. In the light from the window his face bore a pallor that startled Paget.
“I’ve seen — him,” whispered Blake in a gasping voice.
“Who?” questioned Paget.
“The Shadow!”
“The Shadow?” Paget’s words expressed bewilderment. Blake sat on the side of the bed.
“The Shadow,” he said. “Rodney, we’re up against something. You tipped me off tonight without knowing it. You remember how you talked of shadows?”
“Yes.”