The Eyes of the Shadow

by Grant Maxwell

"The Shadow!"

A strange, almost mystic whisper came from the figure that hovered above him.

"Where is Duncan?"

"At the other end of the cellar. Behind a steel barrier."

"In danger?"

"Yes."

"Rest yourself for a minute. Wait until I have gone. Then go there to help him."

The Shadow moved away. Harry could see the back of the strange figure in the cloak as it seemed to blot out the motionless form of Pedro. A flashlight was turned on; it was set on the floor. As Harry leaned against the wall, he could see the face of the unconscious Mexican, in the center of the ring of light.

The Shadow was bending over Pedro. Some quick action was indicated by the trembling of the long black cloak. Harry could not see The Shadow's face, but it appeared as though the man was studying the features of the brute on the floor.

Pedro's body moved as The Shadow seemed to tug at it. Something was happening — rapidly. A full minute elapsed, then came a surprising result that made Harry rub his eyes and gasp with astonishment.