RACKETS DOOMED
CLIFF MARSLAND was reading the latest copy of the New York Sphere. The newspaper was a week old. Arline Griscom smiled as she saw him devouring the reports.
They were on their honeymoon in France. Howard Griscom had suggested the trip.
Arline told her father the truth about her brother. He had borne it easily, for the ending of his recent worries had made him able to stand a shock from the past.
The strange deaths of Stanley Wilberton and his secretary, Crowley, were being investigated by the New York police. The financier and his man had been connected with racketeering, as revealed by police findings.
It was believed that they had been doomed to die by the gangsters who had later battled in the hallway.
The bodies of Durgan, Shires, and Madge had been found in the uptown house. Another gang killing! A feud that would never be solved!
With the death of Stanley Wilberton, the greatest racket of all had been stopped!
Arline uttered an exclamation of delight as she saw a headline over Cliff’s shoulder. She pointed to it.
The great theatrical merger had been arranged! It had been financed through the efforts of Lamont Cranston. He had not been interviewed. The newspaper stated that he had left New York for a trip abroad.
Cliff smiled. Behind the headlines he could read facts that were not set forth in print.
He knew — even though the Sphere did not — how the rackets had been ended. Yet he did not know all.
One thing Cliff wondered about: Did a mysterious, black-cloaked figure move eerily through the night, half a world away? A figure, which, perhaps, was again taking up the battle against lawlessness?
For only that one man was able to pick up the trail of powerful, sinister forces which might be even then at work, and that man was The Shadow!