He had given the word too late. The police could not arrive in time to save The Shadow!
CHAPTER XII
DEATH TO THE SHADOW!
THE hordes of gangdom were out for blood. Old feuds had been abandoned tonight. There was but one objective toward which every mobsman was working.
“Death to The Shadow!”
That was the whispered battle slogan. It had begun at the Black Ship shortly after Homer Briggs had gone. It had spread as though carried by the wind.
While Harry had been calling Burbank, to tell of Homer’s hideout, evil tongues had been uttering the same message in every quarter of the underworld!
Hidden dives had disgorged their quota of mobsters. Hard-visaged, snarling demons of the bad lands were gathering, intent upon a single purpose.
Tonight, some one would gain the highest fame that the underworld could offer. The man who killed The Shadow could ask his own reward!
The archenemy of evil was doomed. The trap had been laid.