“Get in. Hurry!” commanded the gangster, in a low, weird voice. Harry obeyed.
The driver slammed the door.
Astonished. Harry looked for his companion. The man had disappeared.
But at that instant, Volovick arrived. The man staggered from the entrance to the Pink Rat, his eyes wild with vengeance. He saw Harry’s face behind the open window of the cab.
With a cry of triumph, Volovick leveled an automatic. The driver was in his seat; but the cab had not yet started. Harry was staring into the muzzle of the revolver. He had no chance to drop behind the door of the cab.
But Volovick’s finger never pressed the trigger. A strange, tall black figure emerged from the shadows beside the entrance to the building. A long arm swept downward, and struck the gun from Volovick’s hand.
The cab shot forward. Harry looked back through the rear window. Volovick lay helpless upon the sidewalk. A policeman was running up the street from the corner.
The black-clad figure had disappeared in the night.
The true facts of his amazing rescue were now plain to Harry Vincent. The sweater-clad gangster had enveloped himself in a black cloak as Harry had entered the cab. It was he who had overpowered Volovick, when the latter had sought to fire the fatal shot.
Only one man could have performed these amazing deeds. Once again, Harry Vincent had been saved by The Shadow!