The Shadow!
Unconsciously, Martha's lips formed the name. Her unspoken words could not escape the keen eyes that watched her. A low-whispered voice responded. It came from under the huge black hat.
"Yes. I am The Shadow."
Martha breathed a sigh of relief. The whole fantastic situation became real. She felt no fear. The presence of the unknown master of the dark inspired confidence. The girl knew that she had found a friend.
"I have tried to seek you," she said quietly, "but I did not know where you could be found."
"I am found where I am needed," responded the sibilant voice.
"I have need of your help," declared Martha beseechingly. "I have great need. You know what has happened — here in Middletown."
"I know."
"The man I love" — the girl's voice broke — "is under arrest — for murder!"
"He is innocent," came The Shadow's words.