“Turn on the lamp.”
Stanley Berger obeyed.
The Shadow seemed to glide across the floor. It reached the door, and the ceiling lamp went out.
Berger stared; he could no longer see the man in black. Then he choked and gasped as The Shadow appeared directly above him — looming like a monstrous creature of vengeance.
The man in the chair looked up. Below the broad-brimmed hat he could see two eyes that gleamed like living coals. Dark, burning eyes, that seemed to pry into the secrets of his mind.
“You killed Jonathan Graham!”
The whispered words were a statement — not a question.
“Answer me! You killed Jonathan Graham!”
Stanley Berger nodded. His personality seemed to have left him. His brain was under the domination of this unknown being. He could not withstand the power of The Shadow.
“Tell me why!”