The roadster's seat was deep, and anyone noticing her head and shoulders
would think that she was wearing an evening gown and driving home from a party,
instead of being a fugitive direct from the Equator swimming pool.
As Margo wheeled the roadster about, she saw a figure vault the balcony,
run and drop to the roof of the garage; but it wasn't The Shadow. She
recognized Nayre, and he didn't stop with the garage roof. Instead, he leaped
across it and jumped to the ground, just ahead of shots that police began to
fire from the balcony.
Taking it for granted that revolution had broken out amid the Durez
faction itself, Margo thought that the police pursuit of Nayre was quite
legitimate. Though she had liked his looks when she first saw him, that wasn't
going to help him, at present.
Nayre, it happened, had a way of helping himself. He saw Margo at the
moment she forgot him.
A cab was starting away. It was the cab in which The Shadow had arrived.
Remembering her former impression, Margo had an idea that The Shadow was in it
and decided she ought to overtake the cab, to give him a chance to change
vehicles.
On that inspiration, she pressed the accelerator, just too late to avoid
taking on a passenger.
The passenger was Nayre.
He opened the door just as the roadster spurted, and before Margo could
shift to the brake pedal, Nayre decided matters for her. He still had his
revolver, and he nudged Margo with it, telling her firmly:
"Keep right ahead, as fast as you can go!"
MARGO kept ahead. She wanted to overtake the cab, but couldn't quite
manage it.
Guns were popping off like firecrackers, somewhere back, and police cars
were whining to the chase. Up ahead, an armored truck was roaring off into the
maze-like depths of Miami Beach, and the taxicab was heading after it, which
Margo wanted to do, too, but Nayre decided otherwise.
In a tone as frigid as his gun muzzle, he ordered:
"Turn right. We're going north."
They turned right and went north at full speed, with Margo giving a last
frantic glance toward the departing taxicab, hoping that The Shadow would see
her. He couldn't have, thought Margo, or the cab would have stopped and
returned to follow her roadster. Instead, the cab kept right ahead.
One reason that it kept ahead was because The Shadow did see Margo and the
passenger in her car. If there was any man who deserved a break for freedom,
that man was Nayre. Not only did The Shadow know; he was sure that Margo would
understand, in due time. But there were other men, who deserved no chance at
all: Murk Wessel and his crew in the armored truck.
Since he was on their trail, The Shadow stayed with it. His last word to
Margo was a parting laugh that she was too far away to hear!
CHAPTER V
