The Shadow Laughs

by Grant Maxwell

CHAPTER XXVI

THE SHADOW FAILS

“The Shadow!”

The words burst from Tiger Bronson’s twitching lips. The figure in black did not move.

For one full minute silence reigned. The three persons in the room formed a tableau of living statuary.

This was the domain of Loo Look, but The Shadow had made himself master of the situation.

A low, hollow laugh came from beneath the brim of the turned-down hat. Tiger Bronson shuddered inwardly. Loo Look’s face retained its strained expression.

“Tiger Bronson,” declared The Shadow, in a voice that seemed the pronunciation of a judgment, “you sought to lure me to this place. I am here.”

The bluff-faced politician shifted uncomfortably.

“You have twice sought to injure me,” said The Shadow in his solemn, horrifying voice. “Twice before. This is the third time. Your efforts are impotent. Those who have thrice sought to injure me invariably suffer.”