“Look down,” said Loy Rook to Sneaks.
The little gangster peered into the hole and grinned. Far below he could see the glint of sharp-pointed metal spikes. A three-story drop to a terrible death! A fitting end for these double-crossers!
“Shoot ‘em down!” urged Sneaks.
“Let them talk first,” declared Loy Rook.
He gazed gleefully, expectantly, through his round-rimmed spectacles, but both his intended victims remained calm. They knew that a horrible end awaited them. They realized that The Shadow must be unable to help them. But both Cliff and Harry had faced death before. They were not afraid to die.
“Will you speak?” demanded Loy Rook.
There was no reply.
The old Chinaman clutched a cord that hung above the platform.
“When this is drawn,” he said, “your resting place will tilt down. You will see the death that awaits you — when you are on your way below.”
He paused to smile wanly as he spoke to Sneaks.