He must follow the same general plan he had followed for so long—keep near the suspected man, waiting until he should convict himself by his own word of mouth.
McGinnis had not the remotest idea that he was under surveillance, and certainly did not dream that he was tracked to his very door.
In the dark hours before the dawn a dark figure glided around and around the shanty, ghost-like in the perfect silence of its movements. It was Shadow surveying the lay of the land.
He was seeking a mode of access to the house of McGinnis.
None was to be found.
It was secure from any but forcible entrance, and eavesdropping from outside would be worse than useless.
Shadow saw this.
It did not stump him, however.
He knew the old saying, that there is more than one way of killing a cat, and failing in one plan, he always was able to invent another without much loss of time.
Just before daybreak Shadow withdrew from the vicinity of McGinnis' house.