The servant rolled upon the floor.
Striding unerringly through the darkness, The Shadow reached the wall and pressed the light switch.
Illumination filled the room.
Hassan lay unconscious. The bronze image of Chong glared with its fixed expression. But the Chinese chair was empty!
In a few brief seconds, Doctor Palermo had completely disappeared!
THE SHADOW picked up his automatics. He approached the chair and examined it. He turned in all directions, while his sweeping gaze covered all parts of the room.
Quickly he stepped over and pressed the tapestries that covered the walls. Then he strode to the doors that opened on the room, and merged with the outer darkness. The light of an electric torch swept about the roof. It revealed nothing.
The Shadow returned.
Perplexity gripped the man in black. He had been completely deceived by the clever illusion performed by Doctor Palermo. The physician’s disappearance had been a startling mystery.
As if seeking the solution, The Shadow took his position in the thronelike chair, and pressed his hands against the arms. There was no result.