But now came a surprising thought to Maddox. The Shadow was dead — but Hiram Mallory was still alive; and Zull was working with him!
“You want me?” questioned Maddox, sleepily.
“Yes. Hurry up!”
Maddox started to rise in his berth. As he reached a sitting position, his hand came from his side. He fired twice with his automatic.
Acting Inspector Zull fell dead, without a groan. Maddox sprang from the berth. He turned toward the door. He stopped as he saw the silent witness of his crime.
With a fiendish cry, he raised his gun to fire. The Shadow’s automatic spoke twice. One bullet clipped the murderer’s wrist; the other lodged in his shoulder.
Maddox fell writhing to the floor. To his ears came a mocking laugh. He realized that The Shadow lived!
The conductor was rattling at the door of the drawing-room. The Shadow did not hurry. He lifted Maddox and placed him in the berth, where the man lay, helpless and gasping, his left hand gripping his right shoulder.
Two guns lay on the floor. One belonged to Maddox; the other to Zull. The Shadow pocketed the dead detective’s automatic and laid his own revolver in its place.
With head lowered and face muffled, he opened the door. He thrust the two suitcases out into the aisle.