The Shadow had met the henchman at the gate. The last of the mob of evildoers had met his match. Swallowed in the mountain night, The Shadow had finished the only enemy who remained to menace the safety of the freed prisoners.
Cliff fancied that he could hear the faint tones of a far-away laugh — a long, gibing peal of weird mirth that blended into nothingness.
The Shadow's triumph was complete!
Dead men were living now!