Bob Galvin, haggard even in the obscure light, was rising from a couch in the corner. The prisoner was staring in wonderment.
Before him stood a man clad in black — The Shadow, wearing the very garments that Moose had thrown from the tunnel!
“He is very clever,” declared Wing Toy, from the darkness behind Moose. “He has done what no man ever did before. He has found the secret lock to the panel of the real tunnel.”
“He’s taking Galvin away!” snarled Shargin. “Making a clean getaway. Can’t you stop him?”
“There is no way to stop him,” replied Wing Toy, in the tone of a fatalist.
“He’ll get us for this!” groaned Moose. “You and me both, Wing Toy — like he trapped Garry, here — how, nobody knows.”
“I have no quarrel with The Shadow,” said Wing Toy calmly. “He is a wise man. That I can see. He is dangerous to those who oppose him. He will know that this is your work — not mine.”
Another snarl from Moose Shargin told what was happening more effectively than if the gang leader had spoken words.
In obedience to The Shadow’s command, the prisoner was leaving the room where he had been so long confined. He seemed weak and unsteady. The Shadow was aiding him.
As the two men disappeared from Shargin’s view, the one in black turned momentarily toward the little window. Moose saw the glimmer of his eyes. Then he began to understand.