“Don’t fire!” he exclaimed. “You couldn’t get him now. We’ll have to wait.”
Blake pocketed the automatic.
“He’s after you, that’s certain,” Blake said. “I wouldn’t have run into him if I hadn’t been watching. It’s The Shadow, right enough.”
Paget did not reply.
“If he’s on your trail, he means business,” added Blake. “It’s just as bad for me as it is for you — because we’re in the same game.”
“Perhaps,” replied Paget speculatively.
His mind was reverting to certain incidents that had occurred before his meeting with the Silent Seven. He was thinking of the newspaper reports that had followed the death of Doctor George Lukens — how they had mentioned the presence of a suspected murderer who had eluded the police.
Ideas were forming in his mind, and he voiced them in part.
“Now that I have seen The Shadow,” Paget said, “I can deal with him. Whatever his power may be, I can command forces that are more powerful.
“You are safe here, now. If I go away, he will follow me. That will protect you and our plan. I shall leave in the morning — back to New York. The Shadow will find a trap awaiting him.”