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that Greug might still be around. Leo personally went to a large window at the
end of the corridor and stared along a narrow ledge, but saw only blackness in
the night.
Joining the man who could facially give the devil more than his due,
Irene
said solemnly:
"It seemed like Greug; but I've seen his face so often, floating into
those hideous dreams of mine!"
Leo nodded, his sharp eyes still studying the blackness of the ledge.
"Sometimes I think his influence carries," continued Irene. "It may be
that his thoughts can reach me - like spoken commands."
Satisfied that the ledge was vacant, Leo turned and demanded:
"What was Greug's command?"
"That I throw myself at Friedrich, to convince him that I belong to the
Future Order!"
"I thought we were dealing with the man you call Dick. We believed you
when you said he used his left hand as he always did before the mirror,
something Friedrich did not."
"But can't you understand? Friedrich may be here too!"
"How can you tell?" Leo gave a hopeless shrug. "It is only when excited
that Dick will use his left hand, now that his right is well again."
Pondering as they walked to the final dressing room where Pequin and
Franchot were concluding a fruitless search for Greug, Irene decided in a
low-voiced tone:
"I must do as Greug wishes - or as I think he wishes. Should it be Dick I
reach instead of Friedrich, there will be a way to make him understand."
The last dressing room was empty. It belonged to Karnak, the Egyptian
Fakir, the main attraction at the Starview Roof. But neither Karnak nor his
assistant, Abu, had arrived to prepare for their show. All that the room
contained was an empty oval basket, a large coil of rope, some incense burners
and a compressed steam tank.
In the corridor, blackness was moving inward from the window that led to
the ledge. It was cloaked blackness, the living shape of The Shadow. Close
enough to hear Leo Dolbart speak to his men and tell them to end the foolish
search, The Shadow suddenly reversed his course and merged with the window's
blackness.
A soft laugh whispered from the figure that moved along the outside
ledge,
a shape which Leo had only noticed while it was motionless and had therefore
given it no further thought.
Though too late to learn whether Greug's visit had been real or a product
of Irene's imagination, The Shadow had formed his own conclusion!


CHAPTER XV

UNDER the twinkling lights of the Starview Roof, Jerry Trimm and Claire
Austley were watching the Montmarte Trio finish their Danse du Diable. Claire
sat back and reigned a polite yawn as Irene Breslon took the floor.
The other members of the party weren't bored. They regarded Irene as the