For once he had encountered a situation that completely dismayed him.
The amazement of the evil man was fully reflected in the countenance of his servant, Hassan, the Arab.
To Harry Vincent, the arrival of The Shadow was a godsend. Clyde Burke’s life was saved. Harry thought of his friend before himself.
The helpless man on the operating table was too weak from the effects of drugs to fully appreciate what had happened, but a sudden light that appeared in his listless eyes showed that he partially understood his deliverance.
Only one being in that room preserved a completely unchanged expression. That was the dwarf Chong.
The hideous monster still glared in its statuesque pose. The false image thus escaped the attention of The Shadow. The man who had arrived from the night was centering all his attention upon Palermo.
The Shadow lowered his arms. He drew an automatic and covered Palermo and his servant with the shining muzzle of the revolver.
Reluctantly, the doctor dropped the knife and raised his hands above his head. Hassan was quick to follow suit.
“Move back,” came The Shadow’s whispered command.
He stepped forward as Palermo and Hassan obeyed.