With The Shadow’s automatic reminding him of his helplessness, the prisoner was sullenly obedient. He knew that his captor would brook no trickery. He turned through various passages, up steps, until, by an air shaft, he arrived at an automatic elevator.
The man entered, and The Shadow followed. They ascended, The Shadow’s torch filling the car with light. The elevator stopped. The man walked into a small, barren room that had no outlet. He stopped.
“Go on!” ordered The Shadow.
“This is the end,” replied his prisoner.
“The end?”
“So help me. It is where we left him. I don’t know what happened to him after that.”
“Turn around!” The Shadow threw his light into the man’s face. He saw that the fellow had spoken the truth.
“Does the elevator go up higher?” questioned The Shadow.
“This is the top,” was the reply.
The Shadow stepped in the elevator and threw his light upward. Not for one instant did he lower the gun that covered the other man. Yet in that brief inspection he detected a space above the elevator.