It was the face of The Shadow — a solemn, monkish profile that shone a ghastly green as the light revealed it!
Two black hands shot forward with amazing swiftness. They caught Clink’s ankles in a viselike grip.
Betty could see a startled, twisted expression on the hideous face of the man with the flashlight. His body went upward as though impelled by a powerful spring beneath. The gun and the light shot ahead of him as he was precipitated forward.
Headlong, like a high-diver, Clink shot down the cellar stairs with terrific impetus!
Betty could hear the man’s long, wailing cry, as he dived helplessly into space.
The Shadow was beside her, now. She was lifted in his arms. They were in the hallway. The cellar door was still open; but no sound came from it.
Betty could hear voices, and the scramble of feet along the hall. The Shadow stepped into a side room, behind a curtain, carrying her with him. There she was lowered to the floor as two men rushed by — Bob and Briggs.
They had heard Clink’s wailing shout!
A few minutes passed and Betty no longer sensed the presence of The Shadow. She heard footsteps from the cellar stairs. Bob and Briggs stopped in the hallway.
“The fool!” came Bob’s harsh exclamation. Even the sound of that voice made the girl shudder. “I told him to stay out of the cellar. Tripped on the top step — all the way down — head-first—”