That shadow had belonged to Foy — not to Foy himself, but to the man posing as Foy!
Incredible though it seemed, this was the truth. The Shadow had played the part of Foy so perfectly that he had even deceived Ling Soo.
Harbored in the very haunt of Ling Soo, The Shadow, as Foy, had been admitted to the inner circle of the Wu-Fan!
Perhaps he had learned the secrets of the order; perhaps he knew the insidious schemes that brewed tonight; perhaps he knew the identity of Green Eyes!
But The Shadow did not speak. Dwindling, he again became the sinister, crouching Foy, so real in his pose that Cleve could not believe his eyes.
With grimaces, this stooping man signaled Cleve toward the door. Faltering, Cleve went in that direction.
The false Foy stood by the wall. The barrier moved upward. Cleve was in the passage, with the form of Foy behind him; and the barrier had closed.
Cleve moved toward the door that led to the exit through the box in the theater. His companion stopped him.
Cleve looked down at the crouching form. On the floor he saw its shadow — long and amazing. This, alone, was the only proof that the man beside him was not Foy.
The crouching man drew Cleve through an opening that had appeared in the wall. There, in a dim, narrow passage, Cleve heard whispered instructions.