They were the eyes of the Chinese guard — the man who had looked at him and Garry, but who had avoided the gaze of Wing Toy!
“He knocked out your guard!” exclaimed Moose, to Wing Toy. “The guy outside the door — while we were planning in here. It was him you told to go away — and he answered you in your own lingo!
“You’ll find your man lying cold in one of those old hop rooms. Then The Shadow must have come in here and fooled Garry — knocked him unconscious, too — fixed himself up to look like Garry — laying for us—”
The remainder of Moose Shargin’s disjointed explanation became incoherent. Rage was overcoming the thwarted gang leader.
Unaided, The Shadow had deceived watchful eyes, had overpowered two men and had captured the others in their own snare; had found the secret of Wing Toy’s panel!
Bob Galvin had escaped — and The Shadow was gone!
As he waited in the gloom, fuming while Wing Toy quietly looked forward to the arrival of assistance, Moose Shargin fancied that he heard a sinister sound.
Even in the depths of that steel-walled trap, his ears seemed to catch the mocking laugh of The Shadow.