“The Shadow! Grab him! He’s outside! Don’t let him get away!”
These were the cries that came from those who were beside the lifeless form of Jigger Jarvis.
One quick-witted gangster recalled the man in the sweater, who had come up the steps, and who had been mistaken for a gangster.
“Get him!” shouted this informant. “Get him! The guy in the dark sweater!”
THE description answered more than one in that mob. As lights showed everywhere, quick attacks were made; but one keen gangster spotted the true quarry.
Off at the edge of the sidewalk, leaping toward the street, was a tall man, heading for the darkness of an alley beyond!
The man who had spied the sweatered figured fired. His shot missed.
Others saw the direction of his aim. More shots rang out as the running man reached the alley.
Mobsters sprang in pursuit. They had found The Shadow! He was in flight! He would never reach the other end of the alley alive!
As the first pursuer reached the spot where The Shadow had disappeared, a shot came from the corner of the building.