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The logic appealed to Nobby. He applied another whack to The Shadow's
shoulder.
"Go to it," approved Nobby. "After you've talked to those lugs, drop into
the office instead of here. I want to get your report, without the other boys
listening in on it."


LEAVING the rendezvous, The Shadow went to the hotel where he had
registered as Cranston. Reaching his room unnoticed, he changed his disguise.
As Lamont Cranston, he left the hotel. Soon afterward, he made his first stop
at the office of Mayor Jonathan Wrightley.
After a half hour's sojourn with the mayor, The Shadow looked up Elwood
Clewiss. He had lunch with the lawyer. Later in the afternoon, he found Newell
Radbourne at the financier's residence. As Cranston, The Shadow spent nearly
an
hour with Radbourne.
Returning to his hotel, he changed to the guise of Link Delvo. It was
nearly dusk when he finally arrived at Nobby Kilgan's office.
There, The Shadow found the new big-shot anxiously awaiting him. Seating
himself across the desk from Nobby, The Shadow drew some papers from his
pocket. With the twisted smile of Link Delvo, he began his smooth report.
He told that Mayor Wrightley was alibied out because he had been
toastmaster at a banquet the previous evening from seven until nine-thirty.
Elwood Clewiss had worked late, then had dinner with lawyer friends, covering
the period of the murder.
More checking had proven to The Shadow that Radbourne had gone to New
York
by train immediately after the committee meeting, and had not returned until
morning.
The evidence floored Nobby Kilgan. He sat silent for a full three
minutes,
then spat his verdict.
"We're on the wrong track," decided Nobby. "Sack didn't spill enough
before he croaked; or maybe he was just guessing at something. Bursard,
Wrightley, Clewiss, Radbourne - they're all in the clear. Say - who did croak
Sack Balban?"
Nobby shot the question as if he expected The Shadow to answer it. The
Shadow replied; this time, his tone was hardened.
"I've heard some wise cracks around town," he told Nobby. "That grapevine
of yours works both ways. The cracks came from some lugs who were with you
when
Sack croaked."
"Yeah?" demanded Nobby. "What were they?"
"Talk about the three-way split," put The Shadow, harshly. "Some mugs
have
it figured that you staged the racket yourself. By croaking Sack and taking
his
place, you'd have been sure of fifty per cent of the take. That didn't bother
them. What they don't like is the idea that you could scare the bunch with
this