Why did The Shadow desire information regarding Stanley Berger and his associates? That question was
unanswered.
After all, it made no difference to Harry Vincent. His work was to watch Berger, and he must begin at
once.
Harry dressed rapidly, and hurried down to the lobby. He ate a hasty breakfast in the hotel restaurant.
Then he consulted a telephone book, and learned Berger's address.
He rode uptown in the subway, and found the place an old-fashioned apartment house. He located
Berger's apartment. It was on the second floor, in a front corner of the building.
Harry went to a corner drug store, and called Berger's number. It would be easy enough to pretend that
he had made a mistake, when Berger answered the phone. But there was no response.
Evidently Stanley Berger was not at home. So Harry lingered in the vicinity, while the day went by.
Working for The Shadow demanded patience. Long waits were not infrequent, but they were usually
followed by moments of rapid action.
There was a hotel near the apartment house. Harry went there for lunch. In the lobby, he read the
evening paper.
The death of Jonathan Graham now commanded very little space. This was the second day since the
millionaire importer had plunged to doom from the window of his office in the Farworth Building. Suicide
was the accepted verdict.
Harry called Stanley Berger's number three times during the afternoon. He received no answer.
But at five o'clock, while he was walking past the apartment house, Harry noticed a young man enter the
building. Believing that it was Berger, he watched the second-story windows. He saw a hand adjust one
of the shades.
A light appeared in the apartment, later on. Harry maintained his vigil until seven o'clock, carefully
watching all who entered the apartment house.
At seven o'clock, the light went out. Harry waited until his man emerged from the door of the apartment
house. Then he followed, at a considerable distance.
Stanley Berger went to the same hotel where Harry had had luncheon. The man went in alone, and
entered the dining room. Harry followed.
Berger ordered diner; and Harry did the same. He was careful not to attract the notice of the man whom
he was following.
IT was nearly eight o'clock, when Berger, apparently unsuspecting, left the hotel. Harry trailed him, half a
block behind. Then he noticed something of interest.
Another man appeared to be on Berger's trail, also.
The newcomer attracted Harry's attention very suddenly. He was only a few paces behind Stanley
Berger.
Stanley Berger entered the subway. An express came along, and the three men entered the same car.
From the corner of his eye, Harry observed both of the others.
Stanley Berger was a young man of quiet, unassuming appearance. His face seemed moody and
meditative. He was well dressed, and his features were intelligent.
The other man was middle-aged. He had a somewhat rough appearance. His clothes were worn; his face
was poorly shaven. His eyes were wandering, but keen; and Harry watched them as they became fixed
momentarily upon Stanley Berger.
Harry entertained doubts that the man was actually following Berger, until the train stopped at a transfer
station. Then Berger left the car, and the rough-looking man followed.
Harry went along, and a few minutes later, the three were gathered together in a crowded car of a
downtown local.
Every advantage was in Harry's favor. Berger, thoughtful, and apparently moody, was paying no
attention whatever to those about him. The other man was watching Berger intently.
Harry smiled quietly in anticipation of what might occur.
When Stanley Berger left the car, the other man was close behind. Harry kept a reasonable distance in
the rear, and had no difficulty whatever in keeping sight of both men while they made their way along a
side street to Broadway.
Stanley Berger stopped at a theater. He called for a ticket which had evidently been reserved, and
entered.
The other man did not follow. He pretended to be looking at the photographs displayed in the lobby.
Harry did the same.
He felt sure that Berger was going to see the show. His trail could be picked up afterward.
Right now, it was most important to watch this man who seemed to be so interested in Berger's actions.
THE roughly-clad individual evidently had the same thoughts as Harry, so far as Berger was concerned.
He left the theater lobby, and walked about uncertainly for a few minutes.
Then he fumbled in his pocket, and counted out some money. After this procedure, he walked up to a
standing cab.
Harry heard the address that the man gave to the driver. After the cab pulled away, Harry hailed another
taxi, and gave the same destination.
The cab rolled along side streets. Harry noted that they were reaching a district where the houses were
old and dilapidated.
They were approaching that section of New York where gangsters convene; and Harry recognized
places where he had been on previous missions for The Shadow.
Apparently, some one connected with the underworld was interested in what Stanley Berger was doing.
Harry was eager to reach his destination; for he foresaw a meeting of those who were on Berger's trail.
The cab came to a stop, and Harry alighted. He paid the driver, and looked about him.
There were lights in the second story of the old building before which he stood. The upper floor was
reached by a stairway that showed in a dimly lighted entrance. Over the door was a sign: 'The Pink Rat.'
Harry Vincent had heard of the place. He was not familiar with the dens frequented by gangsters, but he
knew of this one. It was open to the public; but few persons other than the denizens of gangland entered
it. He was positive that this was where the unknown man had gone.
Yet Harry hesitated before entering. He tried to formulate some plan; then decided that it would be best
to trust to chance. Two men came along the street, and entered the doorway.
Harry Vincent followed them up the stairs to the Pink Rat.
CHAPTER VI. THE SHADOW INVESTIGATES
ABOUT an hour after Stanley Berger had left his apartment—in fact, at the very time when Harry
Vincent was riding to the Pink Rat— a man alighted from a taxicab not far from Berger's apartment
house.
When he paid the driver of the cab, the man stood in the shadow of the vehicle so that his face was
invisible in the darkness. The taximan looked back, as he drove away, and was surprised to see that his
passenger had completely vanished.
