Green eyes!
They sent a message — a message meant for others, not for The Shadow! But he received their message.
Those luminous spots were aglow for the first time since that other night. Like focused eyes, they seemed to glare into the blackness.
Green eyes of Chinatown, peering forth across the city!
What was the message that they sent?
That might be learned tonight. The Shadow knew that fact.
The man of the dark was preparing to accept the challenge. Those spots of green were the instruments of some unknown personage. Like The Shadow, that man had a veiled identity. He, too, possessed a strange, descriptive name.
Green Eyes!
Amid the darkness of the hotel room, a whispered sound arose. It shuddered softly. It reverberated from the walls. It mocked and taunted as its eerie tones were carried forth into the night.
It was the answer to a challenge. The distant spots that shone like glowing emeralds were the visible symbol of Green Eyes. The sardonic laugh that issued from this silent room was the audible reply of The Shadow!