a logical solution to the all-important problem.
"That's the way we'll work it," decided King Furzman. "There's no use
taking chances if The Shadow is in this game. He's dangerous - and since he had
crimped you, Wolf, there's a big chance that he'll be after Wellerton next.
"You're laying low from now on - get that, Wolf? As for you, Wellerton,
you can make your own plans. Stop in tomorrow night and tell me where you're
heading. When will you be here?"
"Nine o'clock," said Graham.
The gentleman of crime arose, picked up his hat and coat and reached for
his cane. Wolf Daggert eyed him maliciously, then turned to King Furzman.
"What am I supposed to do now?" he asked. "Scram? On account of The
Shadow?"
"The less you're around here, the better," returned the big shot. "You
move along - and stay away until I call for you. That's all for tonight."
Gloomily, Wolf picked up his hat and coat. He prepared to follow Graham
Wellerton. King Furzman arose and went to the door to summon Gouger. Graham and
Wolf watched him. The long black streak began to fade away from the floor;
slowly, steadily, a large silhouette dwindled into nothingness.
GOUGER appeared and led the two men to the anteroom. He ushered them out
into the corridor; then returned. Gouger did not see the weird figure that
moved stealthily after he had passed. He did not suspect the presence of The
Shadow.
On the sidewalk in front of the apartment building, Graham Wellerton and
Wolf Daggert parted. No words of farewell were exchanged between these
lieutenants of King Furzman.
Graham surveyed Wolf with a parting smile; Wolf, in turn, glowered at the
man who had been successful where he had failed.
Neither noted the tall, vague form that stood within the darkness of the
entry to the lobby. Neither knew that The Shadow had followed them here; that
the master of darkness was watching their departure.
King Furzman had spoken facts, not mere possibilities, when he had
suggested that The Shadow, after breaking up Wolf Daggert's game, might trail
Wolf to learn who was the man behind the attempted bank robbery.
The Shadow had heard Wolf's telephone call to King. He had come to observe
lieutenant and big shot when they met.
In so doing, The Shadow had gained another point. He had learned that the
successful pillaging of the Terminal National had also been ordered by King
Furzman; he had learned the identity of the big shot's other lieutenant -
Graham Wellerton.
To The Shadow, a skulking rat like Wolf Daggert was one who could be
watched by agents, one who could be trapped the next time he attempted crime in
Manhattan. King Furzman, pretended racketeer who dealt in robbery, was one whom
The Shadow could strike at will.
But in Graham Wellerton, The Shadow had discovered a crime maker of
another caliber. Here was one who dealt in strategy; a man who contemplated an
expedition to another city; a crook who was wise enough to slide away from
Manhattan when the going became too hot.
From his hidden observation post, The Shadow had studied this young chap
