Cardona shook his head.
“Listen, Joe,” said Klein seriously. “I’ve told you that you’re all wrong. You find a guy on the scene of the murder. He gets away. He comes back—
“You recognize him as The Shadow. You were wise enough to simply call him an unidentified man. The newspapers would razz you if you pulled The Shadow stuff. But you know, and I know, that he’s a clever guy.
“Now a fellow comes to see Wilbur Blake. He pretends to be some one else. He gets away when he is discovered.
“Blake is killed in the fracas. The guy disappears from a wrecked car with people all about him. It’s The Shadow! Who else could do it?
“Okay. He was responsible for Blake’s death. It’s likely that he killed Lukens.”
“You’re wrong, chief,” replied Cardona. “This thing is beyond me. But there’s a lot more to it than you think.
“We got The Shadow’s guns, that night Lukens was killed. It wasn’t his rods that bumped off the old doctor. Now he gets into a fight with Blake. He may have been responsible for Blake’s death, but it was the chauffeur who fired the wild shots. Somebody else was in back of it.
“What about the mystery car that chased The Shadow? They peppered machine-gun bullets all through the wrecked car. Who were they? I’ll tell you!
“They were hooked up in some way to the Lukens murder! They were out to get The Shadow!”