The driver of the touring car slumped behind the wheel. The turning motion of the car ceased. Instead of striking the big roadster in the middle, the gangster's car sped toward the rear of it. Wounded, Jake Michener had lost control.
The rear fender of the touring car clicked the bumper of the roadster. A piercing scream of terror came from Whitey Shane, as he felt the touring car hurtle forward into space. The long scream faded as the car shot downward into the depths.
A dull, distant splash marked the doom of the killers. Jake Michener and Whitey Shane had plunged to the fate that they had planned for others.
Silence followed. Upon the brink of that pit stood a man in black — a figure invisible in the darkness. From the verge of doom came a long, mirthless laugh — a laugh more terrifying than the scream that had come from the lips of Whitey Shane.
The Shadow, dread man of vengeance, had traced the path of the gangsters. He had arrived at the moment when the plan of the evil-doers seemed impossible of failure. Sweeping from the darkness, The Shadow had saved Harry Vincent from destruction.
Once more The Shadow laughed!
Chapter XVI — Plotters Unheard
"It's three o'clock. Grady ought to be here soon."
The speaker was Jeremiah Benson. He sat facing Sidney Delmuth. Between them was a plain wooden table, upon which rested a bottle and glasses. They were in the back room of a small cafe.
"You're sure he will come here?" questioned Delmuth anxiously.