Paget knew that a trap was in readiness at the Perry Warehouse. He felt confident that it was laid to ensnare The Shadow, should the man in black track him there.
If, by some chance, The Shadow had discovered the note, or might enter the apartment and find it in the wastebasket, he would be lured by his knowledge, without the necessity of trailing Rodney Paget.
It was after six o’clock. The clubman left his apartment. He came suddenly from the front door of the building. He stood there while he lighted a cigarette.
From the corner of his eye, he detected a man lounging across the street. He divined the purpose of the watcher. In his report, he had stated that The Shadow might possibly have entered his apartment. He felt sure that the inconspicuous observer had been stationed there by the Silent Seven.
A chance thought came to Paget’s mind as he rode away in a taxicab. It brought a smile to his lips.
There was a certain humor in this situation; that the Seven were giving him their cooperation. For there were facts concerning his connection with the Silent Seven that were known to Rodney Paget alone.
Glancing back, the clubman made sure that no one was following his cab. He was satisfied that The Shadow was not on his trail.
“After dark,” murmured Paget, to himself. “After dark — then — The Shadow. Tonight — that will mark the end.”
Unseen forces were at work. A mighty criminal organization was ready for an emergency. The Silent Seven did not fear the law. The victims that they doomed never escaped their verdict. Soon, another victim would be added to their list of crimes!