The Tong leader stepped into the tunnel and held his light over Moose Shargin’s shoulder. The huddled man lay face downward.
Moose raised the head and turned it upward. An exclamation of utter dumfoundment shot from his parted lips.
The light revealed the face of Garry Elvers!
Even as the cry came from Moose, there was a sharp clang at the mouth of the tunnel. The man in the room — the one they had taken for Garry — had pressed the switch. The trappers were trapped!
“The Shadow!” blurted Moose. “In the room! It’s him! The gas — he’s got us—”
There was only a slight twinge of grimness in Wing Toy’s reply. Even in this predicament, the Tong leader was unruffled.
“The gas container is empty,” he said. “We must wait here until Looey comes. He will release us. But it may be long before he comes.”
While Moose Shargin fumed as he crouched above the helpless form of the real Garry Elvers, Wing Toy silently approached the little porthole window and stared into the room where the prisoner was. The room had only one dim light, hence the glow through the little window was extremely weak.
“Look,” said Wing Toy.
Moose came to the window. What he saw brought new imprecations from him.