“We’ve got to get it.”
“From whom? The only man who could tell us is Blake himself.”
The inspector paused. He looked at Herbert. The butler was staring at the side door with wild eyes. He looked like a man who had seen a ghost.
There, in the doorway, stood Wilbur Blake. The lips beneath the waxed moustache held a faint smile.
Cardona gasped. Had Blake been brought back to life by that amazing man they called The Shadow?
“You thought I was dead,” said Wilbur Blake.
“We did!” said Inspector Klein.
“I saw you dead!” cried Cardona. “Dead — in the room next to this! Dead— in the morgue—”
“It was another man,” explained Blake.
“Another man!” exclaimed Cardona.