Doctor Savette has left New York on several occasions within the past year, but no information of his destinations is obtainable.
Once more The Shadow's laugh resounded. Beside the sentence that told of the physician's journeys, the hand wrote a single word:
Albania.
That was the name of the ship from which Professor Pierre Rachaud had disappeared!
Now came the summary of The Shadow's findings; brief, cryptic statements, written by the hand that held the pencil.
Austin Bellamy: Body found in ruins of sanitarium. Pierre Rachaud: Last seen on board S. S. Albania. Clark Murdock: Body found in demolished laboratory.
The hand poised; then with one sweeping gesture, it drove a penciled line through the entire list. Again and again, it repeated the operation, until the writing was riddled with canceling marks. Then came a short, spasmodic burst of laughter; a sharp cry of mockery that stopped with amazing suddenness. The walls threw back the sound as though a host of hidden elves had answered the call of their master.
Papers and clippings were swept away. The top of the table shone uncovered. A click came from the darkness above. The spot of illumination disappeared.
Only impenetrable blackness remained — night-like gloom that murmured with the uncanny tones of a departing burst of eerie mirth.
The Shadow was gone!