On the third finger of the hand shone a shimmering gem, a rare fire opal that glimmered with ever-changing shades.
From deep maroon, the jewel changed to a purplish hue that blended with the pervading light. Then its rays were a light blue; again they became a firelike red, shining from uncalculable depths.
That stone was The Shadow’s girasol — a priceless gem, unmatched in all the world — the solitary symbol of The Shadow!
The switch clicked softly. A whispered voice spoke through the purplish gloom.
“Report.”
A quiet voice answered from the wall.
“Burbank speaking. Contact arranged with Seaview City. Vincent has opened interior wire connection. Ready for direct communication by radio.”
“Proceed.”
Silence followed the whispered order. Then came a slight clicking from the wall. After that, a confused murmur gradually developed itself into the distinct voices of men, speaking.
The hand pressed a button at the side of the table. The purplish light faded. Thus, immersed in total darkness, The Shadow had become an unseen member of a group of unsuspecting men miles away from New York City!