WITH one accord, seven thugs turned snarling, toward the door. Wild consternation flickered over hardened faces.
There, framed in the doorway, stood a figure that denoted doom and vengeance. A tall, sinister being, clad totally in black, was the form that the ruffians saw.
“The Shadow!”
These words of recognition came from terror-stricken lips.
Well did these mobsters know the power of The Shadow — that mighty being who was the scourge of the underworld. They had now seen his prowess. Arrived in their midst like a phantom from the dark, he had struck down the guard and disarmed a vicious slayer almost before their wondering eyes!
Successful against two persons, these mobsters now had but one with whom to deal. But the odds were useless. The Shadow, by his surprise attack, was using the gangsters’ own methods against them.
Before a man could move to stop him, the black-garbed avenger was in the room. His eyes flashed from beneath his hat brim. Then his figure was blotted into nothingness as his black-gloved hand pressed the light switch.
There was a dim glow from the corridor; there was a broad shaft of light from the inner room. But neither of these showed The Shadow.
With wild, excited cries, the gangsters sprang into action, shooting at the spot where they had seen The Shadow press the light.
The swift-moving phantom was too rapid for them. His answering shots came from a spot near the corner of the room. With uncanny precision, The Shadow picked out the places where guns had flashed.