![]() ![]() The thing was a hollow wooden egg, that broke open slightly, to show a smaller egg within it. Something rolled from the shelf, and The Shadow caught it before it fell, to turn his flashlight on it. The gatomontes will be along the route, signaling if its clear. He'll flash back from his office when everything's ready. Allard hadn't had much time yet to contact Cranston. Margo hoped he wasn't going to call Castenago. Treban cocked his head, looked at the table that Margo had left, and promptly went back to his office. He was in the back room of the little shop which he used as headquarters, and had just finished putting on his cloak and hat. Margo wouldn't have worried had she been able, at that moment, to see them both-Allard and Cranston, rolled into one personality: The Shadow. The Shadow laughed softly as he replaced the wooden egg upon the shelf. A novelty of Japanese manufacture, popular years ago in America, and probably something new today in Centralba.
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