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"What of it, Joe?" queried Burke. "I'm a friend of yours. All I want is the storyтАФif it's a good oneтАФthe
way you give it to me."

"O.K., Burke," growled Cardona. "You're one news chaser that I can count on. Listen. I don't want this
to go out until I've been there. I'm going up to the Bronx, but I'm not taking you with me. If you blow in
of your own accord, all right. Here's the address; you could probably get it up at Mowry's precinct
anyway.

"But this Shadow business is out. Understand? They're holding everything until I show up. When I give
out a statement, The Shadow may be out of it. I don't want anything getting in the Classic that I haven't
handed to you. The commissioner has been calling Inspector Klein; maybe he'll be calling him to-night.
There are some things I've got to be cagey about. This is one of them."

"I understand, Joe," nodded Burke. "Leave it to me. I won't give the office anything until after you've
looked over the lay. I'll just call them and tell them I'm going to the Bronx. Count on me, Joe."

The reporter sauntered from the office as Cardona prepared for his trip to the northern section of the
city. Outside of headquarters, Burke entered a cigar store, and went into a telephone booth. He called a
number.

A QUIET voice answered him. It was not the voice of the man at the city desk in the Classic office. It
was a voice, however, that Burke expected to hear. Over the wire came this statement:

"Burbank speaking."

"Burke reporting," returned Clyde in a cautious tone. "Murder in the Bronx. Dead man left a message to
The Shadow."

"Continue with details."

Clyde tersely told all that he had gleaned from Joe Cardona. His report finished, the young man hung up
and walked from the cigar store. He headed for the nearest subway station to begin his ride to the
address where murder had fallen. He intended to be thereтАФas reporter for the ClassicтАФwhen Joe
Cardona arrived.

Yet Burke had another purpose. He was anxious to see that letter, even though he would not print it in
the Classic. For Clyde Burke's call to the quiet-voiced man named Burbank was of more importance
than any news which might be gained for the columns of a newspaper. Clyde realized that as he walked
along the street.

Clyde Burke was an agent of The Shadow. Veiling his operations by his connection with the Classic,
Clyde was always on the lookout for situations such as the one which had just arisen. Burbank, the man
whom Clyde had just called, was The Shadow's contact agent.

Through Burbank, The Shadow could be quickly reached. The mysterious master who battled crime was
always in communication with Burbank. Thus Clyde Burke's statement regarding a dead man's message
to The Shadow was already on its way to the one person who would find it most important: The
Shadow, himself!

The quickness of The Shadow's system was evidenced by activities which Clyde Burke could not