"Which was—"
"That I had driven down to the dock to look at the Sound. Just as I was turning the coupe, two cars came swinging down the lane, one in pursuit of the other. Then the guns started.
Gangsters, battling. Two of them piled into the car. Something hit me on the head. I dropped — and that's the last I knew about it."
"A good alibi," declared Savette, nodding
"A perfect one," said Tremont. "Accepted without question."
"Why is the policeman here?"
"Just to see I'm all right," smiled Tremont. "He will be leaving soon. I called Biff Towley while you were on your way here."
"Yes?" Savette's eyebrows betrayed his eagerness to hear about the gang leader's report.
"He didn't talk long," declared Tremont, "but he told me all I want to know. One of his men nailed The Shadow. He was on top of my car.
"He smashed Biff in the face with his revolver. No shots left, evidently. Then one of Biff's mob fired pointblank, and The Shadow fell from the end of the dock."