Earnestly he had studied the face of Helen Dilt's abductor, and it exactly corresponded with the mental picture he had formed of the individual he was after.
Such a likeness, he told himself, could hardly be the result of accident.
A description which had been given him, every word of which he had carefully treasured up, suited McGinnis perfectly and in every particular.
And, as Shadow pursued, a grim smile began to play about his lips.
"It is the man!" he muttered, again breaking through the shield of silence with which he had so long kept himself surrounded.
"It is the man!" he muttered again. "My darling, you shall be avenged soon."
Shadow knew that he had broken the self-imposed silence.
Yet he did not appear vexed, as he had when I forced him to speak on a certain occasion.
Why was this?
It seemed to me as if he had vowed solemnly to utter no word to living being until he had found the man he was after.