A black-gloved hand came from beneath the crimson-lined cloak. An automatic appeared in The Shadow’s hand.
With his revolver aimed through an opening beside the window shade, the man in black fired two quick shots. Then, with a sweeping motion, he swung across the room and extinguished the light.
CLIFF MARSLAND understood. The two shots were for the benefit of the watchers in the hallway. They were the reports that would be considered as the shots that had killed Tim Waldron.
Even as these thoughts flashed through Marsland’s keen brain, the door of the outer room was flung open, and three men dashed into the apartment. Quick as a flash, Marsland ducked behind the door and swung his arm toward the onrushing avengers.
Two shots rang from his automatic. One of the men dropped. The second swung by the falling body. A ferret-eyed gunman spotted Marsland, crouching. With a cry of vengeance, the gangster aimed his automatic. Marsland saw the danger an instant too late.
Then, while Cliff remained a perfect target for the gunman’s aim, two shots came from the darkness of the inner room.
The Shadow, ever watchful, had met the need! Marsland’s enemy fell.
The third man was at the doorway. Cliff leaped upon him as he entered the darkness. A quick swing of the arm that held the automatic, and the third of Waldron’s gorillas fell.
Cliff looked quickly over his shoulder, seeking The Shadow. The man in black had completely disappeared. Only the light-colored window shade was rustling in the darkness.
Where was The Shadow?