“Next to last — other side of the room — other end!” gasped Spotter.
The Chinaman moved away. The Shadow had scarcely passed him; but the guard turned toward the end of the room from which the strange personage had come; and hence did not see him.
But Spotter did. Through some instinct, the little gangster looked toward the entrance instead of following the course taken by the guard.
A huge, black form was standing beside the door. A gloved hand came from the dark cloak. On one finger glowed a large gem that seemed like the crimson eye of a Stygian monster.
It pressed the molding. A panel slid upward to reveal a gaping hole. Into the opening stepped The Shadow.
From the bunk in which he had lain hidden, he had seen the action of the Chinese guard. He had learned the way to Loo Look’s lair!
* * *
Spotter leaned from his bunk. The guard was at the other end of the room, peering between curtains at the spot where The Shadow had lain in hiding.
“Quick!” hissed Spotter. “He’s here — up by the wall!”
The Chinaman turned an instant too late. The secret panel had slipped shut, noiselessly. The Shadow was gone.