The Shadow!
The gleaming eyes were focused upon the man who had come to rob. Below those eyes was the muzzle of an automatic. Trapped, unable to escape, Herbert Carpenter dropped the revolver which he held. His hands rose weakly above his head.
He had come here to hold an old man helpless. Instead, he, Herbert Carpenter, was at bay.
He was in the hands of The Shadow!
CHAPTER XIV
THE SHADOW’S VERDICT
WILD, vague thoughts were sweeping through Herbert Carpenter’s brain as he faced The Shadow. This unknown enemy had risen like an accusing specter. Bold though he was, Carpenter felt a terror greater than any he had ever known before.
That night, when he had been caught in blackmail; that day, when he had escaped from the penitentiary — both were forgotten events when compared to the sickening moments which Carpenter now experienced.
He had often heard of The Shadow. The name of that terrible being was dreaded by every crook. Carpenter knew well that men who faced The Shadow had rarely lived to tell of their sensations.
All the knowledge of his guilt came back to Carpenter at this moment. Caught in the act of attempted crime, he could expect no mercy. He was trapped — more effectively than Morton had once trapped him.