THE SLAYER had come to life! Somehow, he had escaped the terrible torture rack!
Had the others aided him? No — there would have been but one shot, if they had been traitors also. They would be coming, now, with Foy.
Ling Soo knew the truth in an instant. Those two muffled pistol shots had been from the hand of Foy. The traitor had killed the trusted henchmen!
A flare went up from a high deck. Its lurid glare showed the form of Ling Soo, on the deck beside the cabin door.
The leader of the Wu-Fan had pointed his revolver toward the hated form of the approaching Foy. But before he could fire, a flash came from the cabin.
The revolver fell from Ling Soo’s grasp. He tottered toward the side of the ship. He sprawled upon the deck. As the flare died away, the two men by the rail came dashing to their leader’s rescue.
Another flare revealed the form of Foy, now on the deck. The Shadow, still in the guise of the crouching slayer, was brandishing two automatics as the light revealed his figure.
Ling Soo, lying back against supporting arms, saw his enemy. He raised a long, hideous cry that rose above the shouts of the sailors.
It was the battle cry of the Wu-Fan — the cry that meant death when uttered by the leader! The pointing hand of Ling Soo was directed toward that figure at the cabin!
As the flare sizzled away, shouts came from everywhere. Ling Soo’s two companions drew revolvers and tried to fire.