For The Shadow was crime’s worst enemy. He was its most feared antagonist. The mighty turnout told those facts more graphically than descriptive words or slogans.
“Death to The Shadow!”
THE main portion of the old pawnshop was located on a corner. The little alleyway was twenty paces down the side street.
That one thoroughfare massed gangsters. All points of the crossing were covered. So was the other street.
The outer cordon took in four complete blocks. There were scattered gangsters beyond it, but they were not regularly posted.
At the portion of the block most distant from the expected scene of action, a pair of gangsters waited in a narrow alley on the far side of the street.
They were in pitch blackness, talking in low whispers.
“Maybe he’ll come down this alley,” said one.
“There’s a guy up at the other end,” came the reply.
“He might slip by him.”