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located.
A large door in the inner wall of the apartment showed a connection between.
Nobby voiced an explanation of the fact that The Shadow had already
learned.
 "Sack's in his office," said the lieutenant, with a nudge toward the
door.
"He's in there talking with some guy. They've been beefing about something for
the last half hour. Whoever the mug is, it won't do him no good with Sack.
"The rackets here are legit. I guess you know that already, Link. The
State law lets us license slot machines; and there's nothing in the books to
stop the numbers game. We've got other soft ways of snagging dough, too. The
take is plenty in this town."
Nobby turned to one of the lieutenants, told him to turn on the radio.
"Time for MXDO," remarked Nobby. "That sap Bursard is due to shoot his
face some more tonight. Sack always gets a kick out of it. He'll have a big
laugh tonight, listening to Bursard spring some alibi for handing out that fat
stadium contract."


IT lacked only a few minutes of eight-thirty, when the door from Sack's
office opened and the big-shot appeared. Sack Balban was of chunky build; his
face was as wide as it was high. Short-clipped hair bristled above his low
forehead. His narrowed eyes glistened, showed suspicion when he saw The
Shadow.
Nobby Kilgan introduced the visitor as Link Delvo. The name was all Sack
needed; he nodded his approval when Nobby said that he had signed up Link as a
new lieutenant.
Nobby's reference to the stadium contract fitted the theory that Sack
Balban could be the man behind Intimidation, Incorporated; but one glance at
Sack's face produced speculation on The Shadow's part. Sack Balban was plainly
worried. Why he should be that way with matters going well, was a question.
Sack, himself, produced new angles when he shot a query to Nobby Kilgan.
"What about Brad and Skeet?" demanded the big-shot. "Did you talk to
them,
Nobby?"
"Sure," returned Nobby. "They stuck to their story and it sounded
straight
to me. Brad got the dope that he and Skeet were to put the torch to Lenning's.
Skeet did it and Brad covered."
"What about The Shadow?"
"They said he was there; but that don't mean nothing, Sack. Sounded like
a
pipe dream to me. What I'd like to know is who was wise to the password. Brad
says he got it over the telephone; that's why he thought it was from you."
Sack Balban nodded. Pulling his left hand from his pocket, he laid some
objects on the table. They were obviously items that he had brought from his
desk. One was a folded paper; another, a small bottle of pills. The medicine
was evidently usual with Sack, for one of the lieutenants promptly filled a
glass of seltzer water and put it on the table.
"I'm wise to plenty," announced Sack, with a sudden growl. "Listen, you