“Who are you?”
Savoli’s question was a demand. He recognized the challenge of this man in black.
“I am The Shadow!”
The reply was emphatic. The last word was sibilant and impressive.
The three men formed a tableau, as the seconds ticked by — Borrango, too alarmed to act; Savoli, unperturbed, yet indecisive; The Shadow, strange and sinister, master of the situation.
It was The Shadow who broke the silence. His words were firm and penetrating. There was no mistaking his message.
He pronounced a judgment against the man who believed himself greater than the law.
“Nick Savoli,” said the sinister voice, “you have led a life of crime. While you were one of many, you were ordinary. Now you believe yourself supreme.
“You are wrong. You are dangerous — that is all. You are mistaken when you believe that you are supreme.”
“Is this a warning?” asked Savoli, with a grim smile. “Or is it a threat?”