He did not fear The Shadow. A new enemy was conquering him, and that enemy was death. His head dropped forward. A sighing gasp came from his lips. His hands fell to his side.
The Shadow leaned over the leader of the Silent Seven. He placed his hand against the man’s forehead.
The car stopped before a traffic light.
The Shadow opened the door and slipped silently to the street. The limousine moved onward, carrying the dead body of Professor Jukes, and The Shadow’s hope of rescuing Harry Vincent!
CHAPTER XXII. THE POWER OF THE SEVEN
CLYDE BURKE rubbed his eyes and looked about him. He was dressed and sitting in a reclining chair.
His head no longer throbbed; all images of objects about him were clear and well defined.
He began to remember the events which had passed. He recalled various awakenings, and clearly recollected the last visit of the physician.
The doctor had said that he was virtually well; but had insisted that he rest a while longer. Clyde had dressed, and had been placed in this chair. A few scattered thoughts had worried him at the time, but he had yielded to the doctor’s orders to forget his worries.
His mind reverted to the encounter in front of Paget’s apartment. How long ago was it? A day? A week?