The Celestial came back to Spotter’s bunk and stared at the little gangster with flashing eyes.
“No one there,” he said. “You hittee pipe too much.”
“There,” gasped Spotter, pointing toward the entrance. “There. He went there.”
The Chinaman shot out a thin hand and pushed Spotter back into his bunk.
“You see things,” he said. “See crazy things. You keepee quiet. No talkee.”
Spotter was unnerved. He was unable to rise. He tried to gasp out further words. But the guard clapped a hand upon his mouth, and stifled his lips.
Spotter became silent. He took a whiff of the pipe in desperation. The puff choked him. He lay coughing, and gasping, afraid to move.
Somehow, The Shadow had entered this den unseen and unmolested. Now the strange being had passed the inner guard, and had gone into a dark, mysterious passage.
Where it led, Spotter did not know. His one fear was that The Shadow would return.
What would happen then?