"Be patient!" said The Shadow. "Justice shall prevail!" The girl realized that The Shadow was about to leave. She felt a sudden panic — a fear that she would lose his protecting influence.
"You are going—"
"Yes."
"You will return?"
"Yes."
Slowly, The Shadow drew the black glove from his left hand, to reveal the long, white fingers. Martha stared in amazement at the resplendent gem which she saw. Its marvelous changing hues were reflected clearly, even in the dim light.
"This girasol," said the spectral voice, "is the symbol of The Shadow. Few have ever known its significance. You are one.
"He who wears this stone — like which there is no other — is The Shadow. No matter what his guise may be, he is The Shadow. Tell none what I have told you!"
"I understand," said Martha breathlessly. "I shall remember. No one else shall know." As the girl stared at the gem, she lost all sense of material forms about her. The effect of the glowing jewel was hypnotic.
The figure of The Shadow seemed to melt into darkness. The white hand disappeared.