“Bah!” said Weston. “Is The Shadow everywhere?” Just then the door opened and a tall, stoop-shouldered man barged in, carrying a mop and pail. Cardona eyed him and said, “Can you wait until we’re through here, Fritz?” The tall janitor nodded vigorously and mumbled, “Yah, yah,” then proceeded to apply his sudsy mop to the floor in one corner. His drawn features possessed a dull cast.
