“The police are holding Larkin, now, as a witness against Glendenning. They will keep him — as an accomplice in your murders.
“I know others who are here. Winthrop Morgan, who betrayed his friend, Glendenning” — one of the men beside Margaret quailed at the words — “and I could name the rest. But time is short.”
SILENT, The Shadow strode toward Henri Zayata, the man who sat on the throne as Charn. The Shadow did not stop there. He continued to the spot where Harry Vincent lay.
Stooping, he released Harry’s bonds — but all the while, The Shadow’s head was up, and a single, weaving automatic defied those who might attempt escape.
The Shadow stood erect, with both guns, now. Harry Vincent had risen beside him. The man in black spoke in a tone of finality.
“This is the end,” were his words. “Listen and you will hear the approach of your captors.”
A moment’s pause; then The Shadow’s prediction proved true. There was a loud knocking at the bronze door. Cardona and his men had arrived, to invade the temple of Zayata’s crime cult!
It was then that the throned man made his great attempt. Reaching to the side of the gilded chair, Zayata pressed a switch. Instantly, the lights were out.
The Shadow’s two automatics spat through the darkness. The shots were warning ones. They cowed Zayata’s henchmen.
But The Shadow was not firing uselessly. A single bullet — the first he fired — was aimed with a purpose; and it found its mark — in the body of Henri Zayata!