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RicordoтАФthe police will investigate."

"What of it?" growled the gang leader. "I've got my trail all covered. Only Slips Harbeck and Duster
Brooks know that I'm in back of it. They won't squeal; they'll scram. As for you and the professor,
there's no link between me and you bozos. What we want is to see Sartain dead."

"Ricordo is right," agreed the professor quietly. "Have no alarm, Jocelyn. I would prefer silent death; but
violence is acceptable in this emergency. Thomas Jocelyn must dieтАФand his rescuer with him."

No further words came as the trio watched the studio. The Shadow was swinging Alfred Sartain to the
chair beside the desk. The millionaire moved feebly. He lay, outstretched, his face staring upward.

PROFESSOR URLITCH was gazing through the opera glasses. He could not, however, sight the face
of that mysterious being in black. Even in that enlarged field of vision, The Shadow's head and shoulders
were entirely a mass of darkness. The brim of the slouch hat cast an impenetrable gloom upon the
features beneath it.

"I can't see his face," announced Urlich calmly, "but that does not matter. It is turned from the
doorwayтАФwhich is most favorable. If your men are capable, Ricordo -"

The scientist paused to lower the glasses and glance at Ricordo in the dim light by the window. The gang
leader emitted a coarse laugh.

"They're the best gorillas money can buy," he affirmed. "But they're up against The Shadow. Don't forget
that, professor! I tipped Slips, and he won't miss a trick. The Shadow, professor! He's the one guy that
they've all tried to get."

"Your men are coming now," exclaimed Jocelyn suddenly. "I can see a motion through the windows of
the outer room!"

"Right!" added Ricordo. "They'll be at the door in a few seconds. SayтАФif they blot out The Shadow -"

"Look!"

Professor Urlich was pointing from the office window. His long forefinger indicated the black-clad figure
of The Shadow.

Satisfied that Alfred Sartain was reviving, the black-clad rescuer was rising. His form became a tall,
menacing shape; then, suddenly, it became motionless. A momentary pause. Black-gloved hands swung
inward toward the shrouding cloak.

"They have reached the door by now," asserted Jocelyn tensely.
"Yes!" agreed Ricordo, in an excited tone. "They're at the doorтАФ and they've got The Shadow!"

As though proving the truth of the gang leader's assertion, the tall form in black pirouetted suddenly
toward the door of the studio. A cry of elation came from Larry Ricordo.

The Shadow, when he swung, was weaponless. He, with Alfred Sartain, seemed doomed!

CHAPTER V. THE SHADOW DEPARTS