A clever plan! The culmination of long months of scheming! Safe and secure, with none to trouble them, master plotters had gained their desire.
But now a figure appeared as if from nowhere. That tall, sinister form stood in vague outline before the quiet house. Noiselessly it glided along the side of the building, and found the window through which Motkin had entered.
Once more, silence reigned. The Shadow was no longer outside the house. Again, three factions were to meet, for a final reckoning.
Motkin was somewhere within. Froman and his companion had entered. The Shadow had followed.
Tonight, The Shadow was to settle all accounts that concerned the Romanoff jewels!
CHAPTER XXII. THE MEETING
THERE was a light in the cellar of Frederick Froman’s home. Two men stood there. One was Froman himself. The other was Parker Noyes. The lawyer had come in with Froman.
Resting upon a portable table in the center of the room was a square box of heavy wood. Froman and Noyes exchanged shrewd glances as they eyed it. Within this box was the greatest wealth in all the world!
It had come here through a trail of blood. But both of these men would have sacrificed a thousand lives more if it had been necessary. Millions upon millions was the gain that death had brought them!
Froman drew the cord that raised the elevator, and the two men pushed their burden on the lift. The car descended.