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The cops scowled. They had nothing against Romine, and they knew it. They hadn't even been looking
for him. They had noticed him purely by chance.

"Beat it!" one of the cops growled. "But remember one thing! Watch your step - or we'll put you where
you belong!"

"Where's that? The mayor's office?"

Sam Romine gave them the "bird." He drove away with a ratlike grin of triumph.

CHAPTER II. HOSPITAL PHANTOM
SAM ROMINE'S easy brush-off of the cops in the prowl car filled him with elation. To Sam, the word
"police" was a synonym for the word "dumb." He figured they had proved their dumbness by not taking a
sniff at the rumpled lap robe in the rear of the sedan.

His cocky grin returned. A perfect shakedown was under way. It was a shakedown that would net
Romine a juicy cut. All he had to do was to keep his mouth shut and obey orders.

Romine was so pleased that he failed to notice a simple fact.

He was being followed!

Behind his car was a rather battered-looking taxicab. It kept at a sufficient distance to prevent Romine
from noticing its presence. It was driven by the cleverest hacker in New York.

The name of that cabbie was Moe Shrevnitz. Shrevvy owned his own taxi. He knew all the tricks of the
trade, and a lot more than the average cab jockey suspected.

But Shrevvy's biggest secret was something unguessed by either the police or the underworld.

He was an agent of The Shadow!

Luck had been with Moe Shrevnitz tonight. Cruising through Manhattan, he had caught a glimpse of a
police prowl car halting a motorist. Shrevvy had slowed up, had taken a shrewd look.

He had recognized the sneering motorist as Sam Romine.

The Shadow was interested in Romine. Reports had come into his sanctum that Romine, a successful,
free-lance crook who had faded from New York some months before, was now back in town. The
Shadow had learned other facts. Romine was well-heeled. Furthermore, he was avoiding all his usual
underworld pals.

The Shadow had passed the word along to his agents to keep a sharp eye out for Romine, to report
promptly any additional news concerning his movements.

So Moe Shrevnitz was cautious in the way he trailed Romine. He stayed well in the rear.

But he managed to hang on like a leech.

Presently, he saw Romine's car halt. Romine got out, went into a grill. It was a cheap, unsavory place.