“What’ll we do about it?” Briggs questioned grimly. “We can’t leave him there, with his head smashed against that concrete wall.”
“Wait a while,” returned Bob. “We can get rid of his body later on—”
“In the room where the girl—”
“No!” Bob spluttered an oath. “That place is forgotten, Briggs. Forgotten — you understand? Are you a fool, too?”
Their voices dwindled as they walked along the hall back to the study. As the footsteps died away, The Shadow was again beside Betty.
The girl’s spirit weakened at last. Her rescue — the encounter on the stairs — the fact that Clink was dead — all these were more than she could stand, now that they were past. She fainted as The Shadow lifted her in his arms.
Betty regained consciousness a few minutes later, when a cool, fresh wind swept over her. They were outside the house. The Shadow was carrying her through a darkened alleyway that led to a side street. A closed car was waiting.
Betty, still bundled in the black cloak, was placed in the rear seat of the limousine. The door of the car closed. She could see the back of the chauffeur at the wheel.
The car moved along the street, and for one instant, as they passed a bright light, Betty saw the silhouette of The Shadow beside her. Then faintness again swept over her and her dazed mind became a blank.