The object disappeared as it was raised into the dark.
The hands worked with other articles. Then the top of the table swung upward in the center, the various objects remaining at the sides. A mirror came into view, on the under surface, which was now vertical. On the horizontal portion of the table appeared a large picture of Glade Tremont. Into the range of the light came a head and a strange, weird reflection from the mirror.
It was the image of a man who seemed to have no face! Guised with the colorless surface of the thin mask, only The Shadow's eyes were visible as they glowed through a plastic mass of grayish blur!
The hands came into action. The long fingers moved here and there about the table, finding the objects that they needed. Upon the artificial base, the semblance of a human countenance was slowly forming. At last it resembled the features of the photograph.
Still, the work continued, the ever-active fingers plying at their task. Then came the final result. Staring from the mirror was the perfectly formed face of Glade Tremont!
The Shadow's laugh resounded. He had fitted himself with a perfect disguise — so deceptive that even the closest friends of Glade Tremont could not detect the imposture.
The mirror disappeared as the top of the table swung downward. On the vacant surface, The Shadow's hands placed a sheet of paper. It was the list of names that had been prepared before.
Money — Austin Bellamy. Television — Pierre Rachaud. Atomic Energy — Clark Murdock. Aeronautics - Money -
After the word "aeronautics," the hand of The Shadow inscribed the name of Matt Hartley. Then came a soft laugh. The light went out.
It was after dark when a figure appeared near the house where Glade Tremont lived. The lawyer's home was situated some distance from an avenue that ran near the shore of Long Island Sound. The house was surrounded by a high hedge.