The gunman did not turn. His finger was still on the trigger, but he noted something in Cliff’s tone that made him hold back. Still facing Bodine, he listened for Cliff’s next words.
They were not long delayed. Cliff Marsland had seen that action was imperative. Something had delayed The Shadow. Perhaps he had never received the message!
The duty that was now Cliff’s stood obvious. The Shadow had planned to prevent this killing. It was Cliff’s job to do that work in the absence of The Shadow.
“I’ve got you covered, Clipper,” said Cliff in the same steady voice. “One move — and out you go!”
Clipper did not move.
“Put up your gat!”
Clipper obeyed sullenly.
“You, Bodine,” added Cliff, speaking to the man in the corner, “keep away from any foolishness. I’ve got a bead on you, too!”
Encouraged by this remark, Clipper Tobin swung in the direction of his former pal. He stepped back as he saw the leveled automatic.
“Up with the mitts,” ordered Cliff.