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Zanwood. The dead man had intended to take them to some customers in Boston.
They tallied with a list that the security company had read to Weston over the
telephone.
The messenger explained that he was one of several who worked for the
Apex
Co. and other security houses. That news brought an immediate response from
Weston.
"One of the other messengers may be responsible," declared the
commissioner.
"Knowing that securities were going to Zanwood, he could have preceded
the
actual messenger to the Cobalt Club. Our course is plain, Cardona. We shall go
at once to the office of the Apex Security Co. and continue our investigation
there."
That decided, Weston looked about for his friend Cranston, only to find
that he had left the drug store. A detective explained that Mr. Cranston had
remembered an appointment elsewhere; and had asked to be conducted through the
police cordon. The dick had obliged, knowing Cranston to be a friend of the
commissioner.
"I can't quite fathom Cranston," confided Weston to Cardona, as they
entered an automobile for their ride to Wall Street. "He has an amazing
ability
to recognize sudden danger, as he demonstrated tonight; yet, ordinarily, he is
lackadaisical and seldom seems to be alert.
"Here we are, Cardona, on the one trail that promises to solve the
mystery, and Cranston chooses to be elsewhere."
Commissioner Weston might have reversed his verdict, had he seen his
friend Cranston at that moment. The Shadow had already arrived near Times
Square.
There, on a side street, he was boarding a streamlined taxi that seemed
to
have been waiting for this particular passage.
When The Shadow spoke to the driver, his tone was whispered. The address
that The Shadow gave was that of the Everglades Apartments.
While Weston and Cardona were traveling to the office that had done
business with George Zanwood, The Shadow was making a trip to the dead man's
residence.
The Shadow had chosen his own trail in preference to the law's.


CHAPTER III

A MURDERER'S SNARE

WHATEVER the mystery enshrouding the death of George Zanwood, The Shadow
felt sure that it was something that had risen from the past. Zanwood had been
ruthlessly bombed into oblivion, and whoever had timed the murder did not care
if others perished. The fact that only the doorman had gone with Zanwood was
sheer accident.
In his unending search for crime-makers, The Shadow never failed to note