There, plainly visible against the white background of the half-opened doorway, stood The Shadow!
A policeman acted promptly. As The Shadow twisted through the doorway, the man in uniform leaped upon him. The others followed before The Shadow could elude them. The Shadow gripped the doorway as the four men came down on him.
Cardona, suddenly restored to his senses, came down the hallway. He knew the formidable powers of the man whom the officers had captured. “Don’t let him get away!” he cried. “Shoot him!”
There was no chance to obey the last command. The captors were too closely gathered to risk a gun shot.
Then The Shadow became suddenly submissive. His automatic had been wrested from his hand, a plain-clothes man, frisking through the folds of the black cloak, brought forth another gun.
“I’ve got the rods,” the man exclaimed. “Hold him, boys.”
The policemen were pinning The Shadow’s arms against the wall. The plain clothes men stepped back as Cardona approached.
The detective did not waste an instant. He stepped up to The Shadow and reached for the broad-brimmed hat which had shifted forward so that it completely hid the face beneath the brim.
AT that instant The Shadow came to life. He swung his body toward one side with terrific force.
The policeman who held The Shadow’s right arm was flung against Cardona. The Shadow’s hand came free.