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opinion.

"Commissioner," declared Cardona, with emphasis, "this is as far as we're going to get to-night. We
know that Schuyler Harlew, the murdered man, must have made telephone calls to this house.
"The question is, whom did he call here? He may have wanted to talk to Mursled, the man downstairs.
He may have wanted some other party, whom Mursled could reach. In either event, Mursled could
throw it on to an imaginary person up in this apartment.

"But I watched Mursled when I quizzed him. He looks like what he claims to beтАФjust the proprietor of a
would-be apartment house, who lives in his own building. If there's anything phony in his story, I'll find it
out soon enough.

"In the meantime, I'm going on the assumption that there is a Peter GreersonтАФa man who claimed to be
an inventorтАФwho lived in this apartment. He's the man we want."

"For the murder of Harlew," returned the commissioner.

"Yes," decided Cardona. "The trail is broken. But I'll pick it up, and at the end of it, I'll find the murderer.
Peter Greerson is the man I'm after right now!"

"Sound theory, Cardona," commended Weston. "I must compliment you, Cardona, upon the effective
way in which you have followed the trail this far. Continue the good work, until you locate Peter
Greerson."

With Lamont Cranston, the police commissioner descended the stairs. On the way down, Weston added
to the comments which he had made in Cardona's presence.

"Cardona is the best man at headquarters," he said, in a confidential tone. "He has a natural aptitude for
rejecting the useless and keeping the useful. He gets to the point of crime. Sometimes he makes
mistakesтАФhe is intuitive, you knowтАФbut to-night, he has been at his best.

"It is obvious that Peter Greerson took to flight one hour before we arrived. The bird has flown the nest.
Cardona will do his best to restore the broken trail. When Greerson is located, we shall have the
murderer."

"Exactly," agreed Cranston.

There was a subtle note in the millionaire's remark. Weston did not catch it. He did not sense the
sarcastic touch. He did not know that through the mighty brain which lay behind the masking countenance
of Lamont Cranston was running a train of subtle thought.

THE SHADOW was thinking of the words in Schuyler Harlew's note: "Death has been the lot of
others... Death will continue... I have aided a monster in his schemes of death... Midnight is the hour
which the monster chooses..."

Why had Schuyler Harlew emphasized those points? The Shadow knew the answer. The enemy whom
Harlew feared was a man far more powerful than the missing Peter Greerson.

Commissioner Weston and Joe Cardona had rejected the message to The Shadow. That note, however,
had reached its desired destination. In the guise of Lamont Cranston, The Shadow had read every word