Yet, from beneath the black hat came a long peal of gibing, taunting mirth — The Shadow’s challenge to the mobsmen who sought his death.
The weird sound reechoed amid the stone walls, as though a thousand imps had taken up the cry.
The Shadow had laughed. That laugh meant death — for others!
CHAPTER XIII
HOMER SPEAKS
THE stout door was yielding as The Shadow approached it. The tall man moved swiftly.
He laughed softly as he pressed his form against the door, and reached for the knob of the strong latch. The knob turned beneath his fingers.
The door gave inward. A mass of surging men plunged down the steps. Two of them sprawled headforemost in the glare of flashlights.
Others piled over them. The lights were turned directly on the inner door ahead, at the end of the short, wide entry.
That door was closed. Guns in hand, mobsmen scrambled for it.