“The New York police inspector — and the man he captured.”
A State policeman placed his hand upon the drawing-room door. At that instant, the lock clicked. The door would not open. The conductor produced a key. A muffled blow was heard from within the drawing-room. The lock was rendered useless!
For the delay had been a long one. The return of The Shadow had been averted. Nearly fifteen minutes had elapsed since he had left the drawing-room.
Now, the deadened senses of Bob Maddox had been suddenly reawakened. Using his left arm, he had locked the door just in time to prevent the entry of the State police.
“Open the door!”
Maddox replied with a curse.
THE siege began. Hastily dressed passengers scurried from the car. One State policeman remained guarding the door. The other went to the front of the train to summon two more who had been stationed there.
They crept along the side of the track. They spotted the window of the drawing-room that formed the murderer’s stronghold. They opened fire. Bullets smashed the windows.
Maddox replied with shots. He had two guns — his own and the one The Shadow had left with Zull. He had a supply of cartridges.
Although crippled, he was ambidextrous, and could shoot well left-handed. He forgot all pain in his maddened fury.