The girl was worried. She felt that there was only one hope — that Clink would go away without making an inspection.
She could see the hands of the monstrous man. In one he held an automatic. In the other, a flashlight. The gun was pointed down the stairs.
Betty was terrified. When that light clicked, she would be seen. So would The Shadow, unless he had slipped to the cellar below.
A shot from Clink’s gun would mean death to her or to the man who had saved her.
It would also sound the alarm to the other men.
Betty realized the helplessness of The Shadow. He might still be here in the darkness; but he could not fire at Clink. That, too, would serve as an alarm.
THE light came on. Straight down the cellar stairs shone its glare. It moved back and forth, and suddenly its rays were focused upon Betty! Her white face was revealed amidst the black mass of the cloak.
At that instant — just when Betty knew she was discovered — she saw something else.
The long, thin form of a man seemed to emerge from the steps.
A face came within the glare of the electric torch.