At the time his voice had sounded, there had been a dozen persons standing by different microphones. A chill had come over the spectators as The Shadow’s weird voice had pervaded the room.
Yet no one there could tell which person had uttered those mocking tones!
On other nights, The Shadow had tricked his would-be discoverers by using a telephonic connection that brought his voice to the studio from a distance.
His laugh had been taunting — a proof that he knew he was thwarting the plans of those who attempted to trace him.
It was evident that The Shadow was a master of disguise — a man of many faces, whose own face could not be recognized. It was probable that he had various agents who reported to him, yet did not know his identity themselves.
The activities of these agents had been suspected; but following The Shadow’s instructions to the letter, they had become mysterious also.
ZULL had seen the hand of The Shadow in different police cases that had come under his investigation. He had heard dying gangsters scream in delirium — “The Shadow! The Shadow!” but their statements had been incoherent.
More than once, The Shadow had eluded the police when they had arrived while he was investigating the scene of a crime. Tonight, he had done more than that. He had entered into open combat with an officer!
As Zull walked to police headquarters, he began to obtain a clear theory as to The Shadow’s purpose tonight.
Wherever mysterious crime occurred, The Shadow might decide to investigate. He could not have entered the room where Richard Harkness lay. The police had been the first to learn of the murder. Therefore, Zull decided, The Shadow had come to make his own observations.