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the cab, he asked the driver:
"Do you know where the Avenue Theater is?"
The driver nodded.
"Take me there," ordered Dave. "I want to find the manager. If the show's
over, I'll go to his house. It's somewhere near the theater, so I ought to be
able to find it. He's a friend of mine, the manager, and I've been to his
house
a couple of times."
Thus did Dave Channey embark along a trail that he had learned, with the
determination to do his part for justice by gaining more facts on Judge
Lawless
and the latter's own hide-out. A trail that was not only to prove a blank, but
one that would precipitate Dave into the very sort of trouble that Judge
Lawless could so ably provide for those who tried to learn his secret ways.


CHAPTER V

WORD TO THE SHADOW

THE two men who prowled the alleys between the side streets formed a
peculiar pair. Whenever they came within the range of lights, the difference
was very plain. One was the type of rugged individual who looked ready for a
fight; the other was a furtive, darty of manner, prepared to sidle off into
darkness at the slightest sign of danger.
Despite those superficial differences, the two had much in common. The
rugged chap was Cliff Marsland, well-known in the less-select circles of
Manhattan. His furtive companion went by the nickname of Hawkeye, a sobriquet
that he had gained through his ability at spotting trouble and keeping out of
it.
So both were equally alert, and therefore of an ilk. More than that, they
shared a similar secret.
Cliff and Hawkeye were secret agents of The Shadow. Their presence in
this
neighborhood dated back to the flight of Judge Lawless and his band.
At that time, The Shadow had seen a taxicab trail after the fugitive
crooks. The cab was piloted by Moe Shrevnitz, known as Shrevvy to his
intimates, and Moe was another secret agent of The Shadow. Moe's passengers
were Cliff and Hawkeye, and he had dropped them in the general neighborhood of
the house where Dave Channey had met Judge Lawless for the second time.
Ever since, Cliff and Hawkeye had been trying to pick up the incomplete
trail, with little success. At present, they were debating matters according
to
their individual lights.
"We've seen one thing, anyway," argued Cliff, as he paused in the gloom
of
an alley. "A truck rolled out from hereabouts, and this isn't the time when
truckers are doing business."
"What bothers me," said Hawkeye, "is that side-arm joint we went by in
Shrevvy's hack."