With keenness that out-rivaled all the schemes of Tremont, and his companions, The Shadow had found a certain way to foil the methods of the band of fiends.
Savette would be duped! Orlinov would be duped! The game was ended! But Tremont, cowering, thought only of himself. The Shadow's eyes were flaring through his masklike face.
They boded no good for Glade Tremont.
Chapter XIII — The Shadow's Flight
Glade Tremont was in The Shadow's power. Until now, the man of the dark had played a waiting game, never once revealing his hand. From the start, he had realized that he was dealing with a new game of crime.
He had divined that all the evidence against the crooks was hanging by a single thread — ready to be dropped into oblivion. Released of their burden, Tremont, Savette, and Orlinov would be beyond the law.
Now, thrusting from the dark, The Shadow had checkmated the first of the terrible three.
He was master of the situation. As Glade Tremont, he might deceive the lawyer's crafty confederates. But to do this, he must leave this house.
Divested of his cloak and hat, The Shadow could easily pass Biff Towley at the outer gate. But he must first eliminate Glade Tremont.
That was why the lawyer cringed with fear. He did not expect The Shadow to fire a shot — such might be interpreted as a signal by the men outside. But the lawyer did expect to die by The Shadow's hand. A blow from that heavy automatic — a thrust with an unseen knife — powerful fingers clutching at his throat — these were the harrowing thoughts that entered the cowed lawyer's mind. The Shadow, however did the unexpected. Calmly, he drew his cloak about his shoulders. His slouch hat once more covered his features. The false visage of Glade Tremont was concealed from view. What was The Shadow's purpose?