Hours passed, daylight broke, and still they had not been molested.
A message was privately sent to Stanton, asking him to ferret out the true meaning of the strange visit, as well as who the visitor was.
Cap moved his money and valuables to a place of safety, and then sat down, assuming an air of injured innocence to fool the police with in case they came.
Meanwhile Shadow was busy.
Off in one corner was a sort of room made by piling up boxes and rubbish. This Cap used as an office, and here he took those with whom he wished to confer privately.
Having learned this, Shadow had determined to extend the passage right up to the office, so that he could overhear what passed within.
Sometimes a natural crevice was made large enough for him to crawl through by a little exertion of strength, and the thing could be done without producing any noise whatever.
Like a mole beneath the surface he worked his way on toward the goal, knowing full well that I would not put my knowledge into use, now that I knew he was on the ground with some object in view.
Singular, was it not, that we should have so much confidence in each other?
Still we had.