GYPSY VENGEANCE......................................................................................................................................1

Maxwell Grant.........................................................................................................................................1

CHAPTER I. IN THE MORGUE ............................................................................................................1

CHAPTER II. THE SHADOW PREPARES..........................................................................................6

CHAPTER III. THE BLACK SCOURGE..............................................................................................9

CHAPTER IV. CROOK AND SHADOW ............................................................................................12

CHAPTER V. THE GYPSY TRAIL .....................................................................................................16

CHAPTER VI. VALDO'S SCHEME ....................................................................................................20

CHAPTER VII. AT JERWYN'S...........................................................................................................24

CHAPTER VIII. THE COUNTER PLOT .............................................................................................29

CHAPTER IX. ON LONG ISLAND .....................................................................................................33

CHAPTER X. JERWYN STALLS.......................................................................................................37

CHAPTER XI. THURSDAY NIGHT ...................................................................................................40

CHAPTER XII. WORD TO THE SHADOW .......................................................................................45

CHAPTER XIII. IN THE HIDEOUT ....................................................................................................49

CHAPTER XIV. SWIFT BATTLE .......................................................................................................53

CHAPTER XV. THE GUESTS .............................................................................................................58

CHAPTER XVI. THE GYPSY CAMP .................................................................................................62

CHAPTER XVII. CASPER PREPARES ..............................................................................................65

CHAPTER XVIII. WITHOUT AND WITHIN .....................................................................................70

CHAPTER XIX. CASPER TALKS TERMS ........................................................................................73

CHAPTER XX. THE CROOK REVEALED ........................................................................................76

CHAPTER XXI. THE SHADOW'S SEQUEL ......................................................................................78

CHAPTER XXII. THE VERDICT ........................................................................................................82

Detective Joe Cardona made the statement as he studied the body on the slab. Ace detective of the New York

headquarters, Cardona was an expert at classifying members of the various nationalities found in

The ace was standing in the city morgue. The body which he surveyed was not a pleasant sight. It was the

puffy, waterlogged form of a darkskinned man a trophy which the police had that afternoon reclaimed

Cardona's statement of the drowned man's nationality was recorded by two persons standing by. These were

newspaper reporters: one was Clyde Burke, a frail but wiry fellow who worked on the New York Classic.

The other, a scrawny chap who blinked through tortoise shell spectacles, was Tommy Holson, of the New

Along with these stood Detective Sergeant Markham. He was the headquarters man in charge of the case. It

"I knew you could spot what he was, Joe," declared the detective sergeant. "I thought maybe he was a

Spaniard, but I wasn't sure. I figured he might be a Portugee or a Mex or some kind of South American

"You can tell a Jap from a Chink, can't you?" returned Cardona. "Or a Filipino from either of them? Well

its the same story. Portuguese and Spanish are different. As for South Americans, or Mexicans that's a

"There's pure blooded Spaniards in Mexico and South America and they look Spanish enough. But you

won't find many of them in New York and if you do, they'll be living at the Ritz, not floating around in the

river. This fellow" Cardona was stooping above the body "is a Spaniard of a low class. His clothes are

So speaking, Cardona gripped the lapel of the dead man's water soaked coat and thumbed the material more

"Maybe these clothes were put on him," volunteered Markham. "There's a big gash on the back of his head

"If they'd dressed him up in a cheap suit," returned Cardona, "they'd probably have used American clothes.

This suit fits the fellow too well. It looks like it was bought at some cheap clothing store in a Spanish city. As

I figure it" Cardona paused to stand up and look at the round, puffy face of the dead man "this fellow

can't have been in New York more than a couple of months at most. He's a Spaniard of middle or low class,

probably from one of the larger cities in Spain. That's all I can give you, Markham."

"What about these?" inquired the detective sergeant. He stepped past the slab and picked up two short bars of

rusted iron. Each was about fifteen inches in length, by an inch and a half in thickness. With them, Markham

"Belaying pins," observed Cardona. "What were these doing holding the body down?"

"Yes. He must have been dragging along the bottom of the river until he got tangled with a pier end up near

"These could have come off a ship," stated Cardona, as he took one of the iron rods and hefted it. "But this

Before Markham could voice a comment, Cardona turned to see two swarthy men entering from the stone

stairs that came down to this room. They were obviously visitors who had arrived to view the bodies.

"South Americans," muttered Joe, to the reporters. "Look like they were from the Argentine."

They shook their heads and gestured expressively. Without a word, they turned and went back toward the

"There's some more who don't know him," declared Markham. "The newspapers ran a story about the body in

the early afternoon editions. I said the man might be a South American. I guess there's been a couple of dozen

"Make it Spanish from now on," suggested Cardona. "Well, Markham, this fellow may have been chucked

from some boat; but I wouldn't be too sure of it. Looks like he's been in the river three days at least. Unless he

tangled with that pier mighty soon after he went overboard, he should have drifted further down stream."

"That's what I decided," answered Markham. "I think he must have been thrown off a pier. He couldn't have

been dropped in much further up the river, the way the piers thin out. An incoming tide could have washed

Markham paused. He heard new footsteps. A man appeared from the stairway. The newcomer was clad in a

dark, baggy suit. His face was tawny; his white teeth glittered between opened lips; his dark eyes seemed to

The man had long, black hair that nearly covered his ears, as it spread from the sides of a shabby felt hat.

From each earlobe dangled a small gold coin; these earrings glimmered in the light.

Clyde Burke and Tommy Holson stared at the arrival; the man's face seemed to be suspicious as his dark eyes

Cardona caught the remark. A wise smile flickered on the detective's lips. Cardona made no comment as he

watched the arrival study the body on the slab. It was not until the man with the earrings had completed his

The man with the earrings swung suddenly toward the sleuth. Again, his eyes showed suspicion. Then he

"I don't mean him," declared Cardona, pointing toward the corpse. "I mean you. Rom?"

The man's white teeth showed a sudden smile. His eyes lost their suspicious look.

"Me isiom yek Rom," he stated. Then, as his face lost a sudden gleam, he repeated in English: "Yes. I am a

gypsy. But this man" he turned to point to the dead form on the slab "he is not gypsy. He is not Rom. He

"We are in New Jersey." The gypsy spoke with a peculiar accent. "We have been there many, many month.

The gypsy grinned. He pulled a folded newspaper from his pocket. It was a copy of the early afternoon

edition of a New York journal. He pointed to the paragraph that told of the body found in the river.

"I go to Newark," explained the gypsy. "Our great leader baro kralis amengoro he send me to buy from

"I think maybe some Rom has been killed. The Rom of this country go from one band to another. Sometimes

"I understand," broke in Cardona "You thought maybe the dead man might be a gypsy. Well, he isn't. Not

Cardona gave the man another quizzical look. The gypsy was staring at the body of the drowned Spaniard;

"Where did you come from in the first place?" asked the detective. "Somewhere in Europe? Are you

"No." The gypsy shook his head and the coins bobbed beneath his ears. "I am not of the Zingari. We have

Zingari with our band from Italy they come. I am not of the Rom the gaje call Zingari. I am of the Czigany

"I see." Cardona turned to Markham. "Well, I'm leaving you now. Give it out that this dead man was a

Spaniard; maybe somebody will come in to identify him. I'm going down to headquarters. Have to see

"Yes," replied Cardona, gruffly. "We're going to block that smart bunch of crooks. They've gotten away with

"About the places to crack? No. But it's a sure bet somebody tips them off to the good lays. They found the

hidden wall safe in Dobson's house on Long Island so quickly that you might have thought they were the

The gypsy had loitered to look at the body. He seemed to have a morbid curiosity. He turned as Cardona

CARDONA did not see the man's dark visage. The departing gypsy wore a knowing smile that the detective

would have challenged had he observed it. His lips, half scornful, seemed to denote a double knowledge.

It was apparent that the gypsy had recognized the dead Spaniard. It was also evident that Cardona's mention

Had Cardona and Markham known it, both would have learned much concerning their respective cases, had

they held that gypsy for a quiz. But neither sleuth caught a last glimpse of the man's face. Simultaneously,

It was Holson, of the Sphere, who made reference to the darkskinned man who wore the earrings. The

"Odd bird, that gypsy," remarked Holson, just as the man disappeared from view upon the stairs. "What was

"The gypsies call themselves the Rom," explained Cardona. "It means gypsy man. A gajo is a gentile. That's

why he said he was Rom, but this stiff" Cardona waved his hand toward the corpse "was gajo."

With that, the detective turned and strolled toward the stairway that the gypsy had taken. When Cardona

reached the upstairs corridor, he found it empty. He knew that the gypsy must have left the building.

THIS simple assumption was correct. The darkskinned man was already pacing along the sidewalk, away

from the morgue. His face, showing by a lamp light, still wore its gleaming smile. It showed a strange

The gypsy glanced over his shoulder as he turned the corner. Joe Cardona had not yet appeared from the

One block two each time that the gypsy passed a lighted spot, he glanced back over his shoulder. On each

occasion, he saw no sign of a follower. Yet each time that he stared ahead, an odd phenomenon took place.

On these occasions, blackness moved into the spot of light which the dark skinned man had passed. Some

The gypsy entered a subway station. Obscure in the crowded car of a local, he rode uptown. He left the train

and walked eastward along a secluded street. No longer did he glance behind him.

Yet the phantom shape still trailed. A passing silhouette that glided on the sidewalk, it kept on until the gypsy

A figure appeared in hazy outline after the gypsy's clicking footsteps had ended. A shape of blackness a

cloaked form topped by a broadbrimmed slouch hat this was the revelation of the being that had trailed

The figure faded into the darkness of the street. A soft laugh sounded near the silent house. A whispered burst

The weird shape; the eerie laugh these were tokens of a sinister identity. They were signs before which the

bravest man of crime would quail. They were the symbols that signified the presence of The Shadow!

Relentless enemy of crime, The Shadow was a being who had become the scourge of evildoers. Though he

moved with ghostly tread, his physical manifestation was that of a superfighter whose automatics could

Tonight, two detectives, each on a different case, had failed to pick a darkskinned gypsy as the man who

held clues to crimes. But where the law had failed, The Shadow had been in readiness.

The master sleuth was at work. His actions showed that this was not the first step in his campaign. Crime had

WHEN The Shadow, swift fighter of the darkness, moved against crime, he employed the services of certain

agents to aid him in his work. To maintain continued touch with his operatives, The Shadow had chosen

Though lacking in action. Burbank possessed a remarkable power of endurance. He could remain at his post

for days when occasion demanded it. Here at the switchboard, he relayed instructions. All The Shadow's

agents could reach him by regular telephone. So could The Shadow; when the master sleuth was in action.

Burbank, however, also controlled a special wire that led to The Shadow's sanctum. Hence, through Burbank,

The Shadow could direct his agents from that hidden, unknown spot where he planned his campaigns against

The announcement came from a man who was seated in front of a small switchboard. The sole occupant of a

singlelamped room, this individual was doing operator's duty. A pair of earphones was clamped to his head.

Clicks came across the wire. Low monotoned replies from Burbank. The man changed plugs at the

The earphones were clicking. Burbank was talking with The Shadow. The contact man repeated messages

"Report from Vincent," announced Burbank. "He is on his way to watch the gypsy house. Will keep watch

"Report from Burke," came Burbank's next announcement. "He watched the gypsy at the morgue. He thinks

"Report from Marsland. Still watching the home of Brandley Croman. No sign of marauders. Awaiting

A final wait; then after a prolonged clicking of the earphones, Burbank made the statement:

Methodically, the contact man switched plugs. Burbank had received The Shadow's orders. Back from his

trailing of the gypsy, with Harry Vincent, a trusted agent, watching the house where the man had gone, The

A STALWART young man was standing near the telephone booths in a West Side drug store. Powerful of

physique, a steady expression upon his chiseled face, Cliff Marsland, agent of The Shadow, was awaiting a

A telephone rang in one of the booths Cliff entered and picked up the receiver. He had called from this pay

telephone; he had given the number to Burbank. In a steady voice, Cliff gave affirmative replies to the

relayed orders. Hanging up the receiver, he left the booth, went from the store and strolled along a quiet side

Cliff stopped as he came to an old house with brown stone steps. He glanced along the street, then moved

behind the steps and crouched in the gloom. Directly across the street, he watched a space between two old

Cliff Marsland knew the purpose of tonight's duty. If events followed expectations, it would mark the end of

a long campaign to end a series of crimes that still had the police completely baffled.

Houses of the wealthy had been robbed. The intervals between such burglaries had not been long. As Joe

Cardona had told the reporters at the morgue, the crooks had shown a surprisingly exact knowledge of the

But despite the similarity of the crimes, the ace detective had not been able to put his finger on the marauders.

Servants had been quizzed; houses had been searched for clues. Results came up blank.

And Marsland, working for The Shadow, had been busy in the underworld. The bad lands of Manhattan were

Cliff's habitat. There he was regarded as a man of crime; he had the confidence of gangsters who never

dreamed that Cliff was an agent of The Shadow. Yet Cliff, although he could accomplish more for The

Shadow than a score of stool pigeons could for Joe Cardona, had been unable to trace the crooks.

The intervals between the robberies, though short, were evidently sufficient for the rogues to cover up their

tracks. Some mobleader was doing crime in a big way, but Cliff had been unable to spot the man.

Meanwhile, The Shadow had been working among the upper crust of society. A master of disguise, The

Shadow could adopt personalities that placed him among the elite. Since the wanted crooks were rifling the

homes of the wealthy, The Shadow had chosen his course of investigation among the Four Hundred.

The Shadow had struck a clue. Somehow Cliff did not know the answer the master sleuth had learned the

identity of the mobleader responsible for these crimes. "Marty" Lunk a racketeer who controlled a squad of

More than that: The Shadow had sent word where crime was due to strike. Through Burbank, Cliff had been

ordered to station himself outside of the home of Brandley Croman. The house, empty at present, offered

easy entry. Yet Cliff would not have picked it as a spot for gangs to burgle. The obscurity of the house was its

Somehow, Lunk and his crew must have learned that valuables were stored at Croman's. How had they

gained such facts? Only The Shadow knew. At present, Cliff was acting under the final orders that had come

Should Lunk's marauders appear, they could be easily observed from Cliff's watching post. Once Cliff saw

them, the rest of his task would be easy. Thus soliloquizing, The Shadow's agent waited in the darkness.

MOTION in the space between the houses opposite. Cliff stared. He was sure that he had caught a

momentary glimpse of a figure by the building that he was watching. The dim light from the further street

had been momentarily increased by the swinging headlights of a turning taxicab a block away. The form had

As Cliff continued to watch, he decided that he had been mistaken. Lunk would not have sent a single

mobster on this task of entry. Nor could a man have faded so completely as had that phantom figure.

Nevertheless, Cliff had seen right. A living person was standing in the space beside the home of Brandley

Croman. The figure that Cliff had glimpsed was that of his own chief. The Shadow had arrived before the

It was not surprising that Cliff had failed to view The Shadow after that momentary vision. The Shadow had

taken a course that carried him from view. His fadeaway had been straight upward.

Squidgy sounds inaudible a dozen feet away were marking The Shadow's ascent of the precipitous wall.

With rubber suction cups attached to hands and feet, The Shadow gained the window of a high built

Clinging to the ledge, The Shadow removed the appliances which had served him. A gloved hand pressed a

blackened tool of flat steel between the portions of the window sash. The lock clicked open. The Shadow

MINUTES passed. Cliff Marsland, watching, saw signs which were plain. Furtive, sneaking figures were

entering the space between the houses. While Cliff watched their approach from the farther street, a car

coasted silently to the curb of the thoroughfare where Cliff was located. New members of Marty Lunk's

It was time for Cliff to leave. He knew what was coming. In copy of police tactics, the mobsters were

forming a cordon. Soon they would be on watch along this street; also along the street beyond.

With shifty stride, Cliff reached the nearest corner. He made for the drug store from which he had called

before. Smiling grimly as he dialed a number, Cliff waited until a growled response came across the wire.

"Say" Cliff paused to feign the dialect of a small fry mobster "is dis Joe Cardona, de dick?"

"Lissen, Cardona," he said. "I ain't no stool. See? You ain't goin' to find out who I am. I ain't no

doublecrosser, neither, but I'm goin' to squeal on some guys dat tink dey can doublecross me. Savvy?"

"Dese mugs you're goin' after," continued Cliff. "Dey're pullin' de old game tonight. Tink dey've got a good

"De place dey've picked is empty. Dere's a guy lives dere named Croman. Dat's de name Bradley Croman.

Cliff emitted a grunt. Shoving one hand over the mouthpiece of the telephone, he followed with a series of

low, excited growls, which he voiced between his spread fingers. He followed by clicking the receiver on its

As he strolled from the store, Cliff smiled in picturing the effect that the finish of the call must have had upon

Joe Cardona. The detective would believe that his informant had passed the word from some phone on the

East Side; that the articulations at the finish had been due to the unexpected arrival of some one who had

Cliff had told enough. Joe Cardona, would never guess the source of the information. But within the next few

minutes, the police would be busy with their quick plans to trap the raiders reported at Croman's.

Cliffs work was not finished. Turning the nearest corner, the Shadow's agent stepped into a cigar store. He

"Marsland," reported Cliff. "Crew arrived. Information call made. Received at headquarters. Cardona direct."

Cliff hung up the receiver. His work was done. He had notified the police; he had reported to Burbank. Yet

Cliff could not understand The Shadow's purpose. He had expected that The Shadow himself, would enter

Even yet, Cliff Marsland did not suspect that The Shadow had entered Croman's home. Had he known that

fact, Cliff would have been more confident as he contemplated the possibilities. He would have known that a

A TINY flashlight was flickering in an upstairs hallway. Its rays formed a dollarsized circle upon the bell

box of a telephone. The light clicked out. Hands in the dark worked at the bell box.

Then came silence. After that, a slight swish, as the blackgarbed figure of The Shadow moved toward the

front stairs of Croman's home. Glimmers of light showed below. The Shadow watched as they moved into a

From the darkness of the stairway, The Shadow could pick the exact spot where the crooks were going. They

had jimmied a side window near the groundfloor kitchen. They had entered through the lower hallway and

The Shadow moved silently to the first floor. He paused as he neared the front vestibule. He waited. A man

was coming through the dark. A flashlight flickered. It did not show The Shadow pressed against the wall.

The man made an inspection of the front door. He turned; no longer using his flashlight, he headed toward the

doorway of a room. A dim light came through the opening. Stealthily, The Shadow followed.

A floor lamp was gleaming in the corner of a room Brandley Croman's library. The Shadow saw four men

in the corner. They had pried open a panel between two bookcases. One roughfaced individual The

Shadow knew him for Marty Lunk was growling to the fellow who had come from the front door.

"Get out there then. We won't need you here. Stick by the front door until we finish the job. We'll come for

"You heard me, Hokey." Lunk was on his feet, with a big fist clenched. "I left two men watching the back

The Shadow shrank back in darkness as "Hokey" lumbered past. The appointed guard was a powerful gorilla;

one who possessed more strength than brains. His bulk, however, did not aid him in the unexpected attack

As Hokey reached the front door, he stooped to make another inspection of the bolts that he had examined

With a swish, The Shadow pounced upon the mobster. A swift, blackgloved fist delivered a short jab to the

side of Hokey's neck. The big gorilla floundered without a grunt. His flashlight dropped on the carpet by the

SLIDING the crumpled mobster aside. The Shadow drew the bolts of the inner door. Stepping into the

Returning to the hallway, The Shadow flicked the light on Hokey's face. The mobster was out to stay in that

condition for a while. Clicking off his light, The Shadow headed for the stairway.

A muffled buzz was coming from the bell box in the secondstory hall. It was not audible until The Shadow

reached it. Picking up the telephone, The Shadow raised the receiver. His voice came in a warning, hiss.

"Report from Marsland," announced Burbank. "Informant call to Cardona at ten fifty one; report made at ten

A soft whisper sounded in the blackened hall as The Shadow hung up the telephone. The police were on their

way, as The Shadow had anticipated. They would be here in less than ten minutes. It would take longer than

that for Marty Lunk to crack the safe that he had uncovered. Hokey, The Shadow's first victim, would not

come to his senses after that scientific neck stroke. There was no need for another trip to the front door.

The flashlight glimmered with short blinks as The Shadow found the spot he wanted; the head of the back

stairs. Descending with phantomlike tread, The Shadow reached a closed door. His steady hand turned the

Whispered voices. Two men were talking. They were the watchers whom Marty Lunk had stationed here.

Dull light showed the opened window through which the crooks had come. The Shadow listened while men

"No more'n half an hour, Beef." was the reply. "Marty said somethin' about havin' a box to crack."

"Don't ask me. It's got me beat. If I was him workin' with a setup I'd do the jobs alone."

"Yeah? How about that one two weeks ago, when Hokey had to crown the chauffeur? Where would Marty

"Maybe if he hadn't had a mob, the chauffeur wouldn't have got wise. Anyway, Beef, it makes it easy for us,

havin' the crew along. There's enough gats out in the street to make it hot for anybody that tries to crimp us."

"Yeah an' you'd better be takin' a squint out that window while we're waitin'. That's your job, Jerry. See

Jerry slouched through the darkness; and leaned from the window to engage in conversation with an outside

mobster. Marty Lunk left nothing to chance. One man at the front; two along the path to the window; others

But the cautious gangleader had not reckoned with a menace from within. One of his men Hokey had

already succumbed to The Shadow. Another was due to follow. As Beef stood looking toward the window,

something swept silently from in back of him. A long arm, winding around the mobster's neck, caught Beef's

Simultaneously, a gloved hand pressed firmly against the mobster's back. Beef, gripped in a sudden

stranglehold, did not have a chance to gulp. Soundlessly, his body slid to the floor as The Shadow released

Jerry was coming from the window. He was looking for Beef in the darkness. The mobster emitted a cautious

"Everything's jake outside, Beef," were his words. "Rusty is keepin' tab on both streets "

Hearing no reply, seeing no figure move to meet him, Jerry flashed a light. His back was toward the window.

The rays were covered by his body. The mobster stopped short as the glimmer of his torch caught the

reflection of a pair of blazing eyes that showed from beneath the brim of a slouch hat.

Jerry's blurted gasp was not completed. With the speed and precision of a triphammer, a black fist shot from

shrouded darkness squarely to the gangster's chin. Jerry was lifted clear from his feet. He thwacked the floor

A black fist shot downward to pick up the torch that had fallen from Jerry's hand. The light clicked out. Three

of Marty Lunk's henchmen had been dropped by The Shadow. The front door was open. The path to the rear

MINUTES ticked. The Shadow was motionless as he waited in this strategic room. Neither of his felled

opponents showed signs of recovery. The Shadow's plan was nearing culmination. Marty Lunk, at work in

"Jerry!" The low call came from the window. A pause; then another cautious utterance: "Beef!"

No response. Rusty pressed the button of a flashlight. A revolver muzzle came into view, moving with the

beam. A shaft of light swept by the further wall. It passed the form of The Shadow, flattened beside a

Scant minutes only! Then the raid would be on. Police action crime shattered through The Shadow's

Rusty's light lowered. It swept along the floor. It showed the prostrate form of Beef. A growl from the

window as the light, moving sidewise, revealed Jerry against the base of the wall. Instinctively, Rusty swung

the light toward the further door to the very spot where The Shadow was standing.

The blinding glare focused with the gun muzzle. Stopped dead, the light showed the figure of The Shadow.

But this time it did not reveal a motionless form. The instant that Rusty's light had come upward toward him.

The Shadow had delayed the climax to the last possible instant. Rusty, the moment that he saw The Shadow,

recognized the menace before him. The mobster's finger was on the hairtrigger of his gun; yet the discovery

As Rusty's finger trembled, the automatic spoke. A cry from the window; Rusty's body tumbled to the paving

beneath. The glimmering flashlight dropped within the window ledge; the unused revolver clattered outward

The black cloak swished as The Shadow whirled. An automatic in each fist, the cloaked warrior was ready.

Let foemen attack, aroused by that lone shot. Let them come from within from without The Shadow was

Marty Lunk and his henchmen were soon to learn the power of that black scourge that wiped out skulking

THE blast of The Shadow's automatic had brought an instant response from the crooks in Brandley Croman's

library. Marty Lunk, drilling at the safe, turned to his companions as he heard the muffled report.

"Get out there!" snarled Lunk. "All of you. See what Hokey's doing at the front door. I'll take care of this

The mobsters sprang to obey. Marty Lunk, his face a study in evil, remained beside the safe. Thicklipped,

rough of countenance, with glaring eyes beneath puffy brows, Marty Lunk bore the physiognomy of a vicious

Three henchmen had gone to investigate. The first, flashlight in hand, stopped as he neared the door of the

rear room. His revolver was in readiness as he hissed a call to the men whom he thought were still on guard.

No answer. Once again, The Shadow was delaying. A lull had followed the shot which he had fired. He had

The mobster sprang forward. His skimming light spread through the room. Like Rusty's torch, it showed the

The mobster had not seen The Shadow. But he had observed a light switch upon the wall, close by where he

stood. Backing toward the dim hallway, he motioned the others to be ready. Thrusting his left hand through

the door, he pressed the light switch, while his eyes and gun turned toward the center of the room.

The pressure of the switch illuminated the room with the open window. The staring mobster saw more than

the figures on the floor. Straight across the room, half way between door and window was The Shadow.

THIS mobsman was quicker than Rusty had been. There was no hesitation in his pressure when his finger

worked the trigger of his gun. But he lacked one important advantage that Rusty had possessed. He had to

The shot was too hasty. A whistling bullet sped wide by inches as the revolver blazed its challenge. In answer

its report a thundering echo of the mobster's shot came the boom of The Shadow's automatic. Aiming

squarely toward the door, the blackgarbed warrior did not miss. The mobster sprawled. His gun fell useless.

The pair behind had glimpsed The Shadow. Dropping low, they opened fire. Partly covered by the doorway,

they were thinking of their own skins in this fray. Quick shots, fired from an angle, were their effort to cover

The Shadow delayed no longer. Weaving, thrusting long arms to deliver a cross fire, he answered the

gangster bullets. A searing pellet of lead splintered the edge of a door frame. Whizzing onward, it found its

Marty Lunk had reached the hallway. He saw the second mobster, unharmed yet retreating. Marty roared a

Wildly, the gorilla took the only course. Diving through the doorway, he aimed and fired high. His lowering

hand came ready for the second shot; the automatic thundered its reply. The gorilla sprawled as Marty Lunk

The gangleader was face to face with The Shadow. He had thought that his men were encountering ordinary

foemen. He had not expected to meet the scourge of the underworld. Marty Lunk, dumbfounded, had placed

himself an easy target for The Shadow. He was caught flatfooted before he could scramble back to safety.

Luck intervened. The Shadow, instead of firing, whirled back toward an inner corner of the room, swinging

away from Marty's range. The reason for the quick maneuver came from the window. The Shadow had

sensed danger there. A mobster, arrived from outside, had leveled his gun upon the window ledge, aiming for

The bang of the revolver came as The Shadow whirled. A bullet whistled through the folds of the floating

cloak. A swinging hand of black loosed a spurt of flame from an automatic. The revolver barrel clattered

from the ledge. The thud of a falling body came from the paving. The Shadow's laugh resounded with a peal

Marty Lunk was scrambling for cover. Heading toward the front, his only thought was that of safety. He was

counting on Hokey, the big gorilla at the front door. He did not know that his minion was lying groggy on the

Luck again came to Marty's aid. The Shadow, swinging to pursue the fleeing gangleader, stopped short as he

heard sounds from without. Barking revolvers were spelling the beginning of a fray. The police had arrived.

SWIFTLY, The Shadow reached the window. This spot would be the center point of the fray. The minions of

Marty Lunk a horde of mobsmen stationed on both streets would use this passage as their citadel. Peering

from the window, The Shadow saw spurts of guns. Two groups of gorillas were coming back to back,

The automatics roared. Backing gangsters turned. They realized they were trapped. Some crouched to fire

toward the window. Their shots were futile. The angle rendered it almost impossible for them to reach The

Toward one street; then toward the other The Shadow alternated his shots with swiftness and precision. His

bullets, aimed low, ricocheted upon the paving. He was dropping mobsters in the passage between the

buildings; at the same time making sure that no shots would reach the attacking police.

The gorillas broke. They could not stand this fire. Dashing toward the streets, they ran into waiting policemen

and detectives. The Shadow's shots sprawled fleeing crooks before they could fire at the officers.

These events were matters of seconds not of minutes. The Shadow had been waiting for the opportunity. He

made good use of it. Fleeing mobsters either fell or ran squarely into the arms of waiting policemen. Joe

Marty Lunk was standing in the front hall. To the wildeyed gangster came the shots of a furious fray. Spats

of revolvers wielded by crooks and officers alike formed a drilling melody. Through it all, close at hand,

The Shadow had forgotten Marty Lunk, so far as a fight was concerned. He knew that the mob leader was

trapped; he also knew that Lunk would not return singlehanded. Bold though Marty might be when backed

Marty, himself, was proving this fact. He was dragging Hokey to his feet, hoping to gain the big gorilla's aid.

Groggily, Hokey responded. He nodded as he saw Marty. The barking of revolvers brought him to final

consciousness. Hokey pressed the side of his neck and gulped. He yanked a gat from his pocket.

Marty Lunk snarled. He shot a glance toward the room in back. For a moment, he was on the point of sending

Hokey back there, to fight The Shadow. Then the front door offered more attraction.

He reached for the bolts of the inner door. He found them loosened. Angrily, the mob leader, yanked open the

inner door and shoved Hokey into the vestibule. At that instant, the outer door swung inward. Two policemen

HOKEY swung. His gun hand struck one cop a glancing blow. The policeman staggered. The second man

Other officers piled on them. A detective yanked away the gorilla's gun while a policeman slugged him with

The action was Marty Lunk's opportunity. Springing across the form of the stunned officer who lay in the

vestibule, Marty gained the steps. He leaped to the sidewalk, away from the crowd that had fallen upon

"Get him!" A detective uttered the cry as he sprang forward with leveled gun. A shot; the bullet whizzed by

Viciously, the gangleader swung and delivered a return shot. The detective fell wounded. A uniformed officer

blocked Marty's path, ready to fire. The gangleader sprang upon the policeman. Staggering, the man

delivered a wide shot. Marty Lunk dashed onward. One lone policeman sprang out to stop his flight. Marty

fired a pot shot; the bullet reached the officer's arm. As the wounded man faltered, Marty sped onward.

Shots from behind. Half a dozen guns were loosed. Bullets ricocheted by Marty's heels.

The gangleader was in luck tonight. A skimming bullet singed his shoulder; another grazed his hip. Outside

of these flesh wounds, the mob leader was unscathed as he turned the corner and dashed across an avenue

BACK in the house, a strange lull had fallen in the room where The Shadow stood. The blackgarbed fighter

had loosed the contents of four automatics. Emptied weapons alone remained in his hands. The last burst of

gunfire had sounded from the front sidewalk, marking the futile police chase of Marty Lunk. A few sporadic

Three steps forward; The Shadow stopped. His gaze went toward the wall. Jerry, propped against the

baseboard, had pulled a revolver. Propped on one elbow, the mobster was taking aim.

The Shadow sprang forward. His automatic clattered from his right hand as his arm swept like a whip. A

gloved hand snatched the revolver barrel, plucking the weapon from Jerry's fumbling grasp. Continuing, The

Shadow's hand flung the gun through the window. With a weird, taunting laugh, The Shadow regained his

Footsteps pounded in the front hall. The police were entering. Sweeping forward, The Shadow reached the

back stairs. His tall form disappeared from view. Jerry, rising, staggered across the floor to snatch Beef's gun

Two policemen burst into the room. Jerry, dragging out the gun, tried to fire. He was too late. Revolvers

delivered simultaneous shots. Jerry, the last who had seen The Shadow, dropped dead upon the floor.

Joe Cardona was in Brandley Croman's library. With members of his squad beside him, the detective pointed

to the drilled, but unopened safe. A grim smile showed upon Cardona's lips. Then, with a sudden thought, Joe

Detectives responded to the order. But when they reached the second floor, they found vacancy. The Shadow

had gone one story higher. A window on the third floor was closing. Rubber suction cups squidged as a figure

Detectives, peering upward, did not see the form of The Shadow against the clouded sky. Negotiating the

edge of the roof, the cloaked warrior reached the top. The Shadow had played his part. The law had gained

From roof to roof The Shadow vanished half a block from the house where he had waged battle. From then

on, his course was untraceable. Searching police were on the lookout for scattered gangsters; but they failed

HALF an hour later, a light clicked in a darkened room. Hands appeared beneath a bluerayed lamp hands

with long, white fingers. The Shadow was in his sanctum. Victory had been his lot. Mobsters wounded,

Yet in his masterful fight, The Shadow had allowed a single loophole. He had neglected the kingpin of the

lot. Marty Lunk, The Shadow's contribution to the hands of the law, had run into what should have been

Luck had favored Marty Lunk. Luck, plus one bit of foresight. His escape had been purely good fortune; the

waiting car, chauffeured by a mobster, had been good judgment. Though his band was shattered, Marty Lunk

Quartered in a dilapidated hideout, his one lone mobsman listening and nodding, Marty Lunk was vowing

vengeance. His lips framed oaths; his clenched fists made pugnacious gestures as Marty voiced his plans for

"I'm laying low," he snarled. "Laying low for a while. But after that, the racket starts again. Bigger and

The mobster nodded as Marty spat new oaths. Yet in his braggadocio, in his contempt for the law, in his bold

For Marty Lunk had seen The Shadow. He knew the mettle of the foeman whom he again must face. Crook

Marty Lunk was determined to persist in crime. To do so, he must face The Shadow. For The Shadow, like

the law, never forgot a crook who reaped from his toils. Marty Lunk knew that fact.

He should have considered one fact more. The Shadow, unlike the law, never failed when he took up the trail

IT was early the next evening. Darkness had settled in the obscure side street along which The Shadow had

trailed the gypsy. A young man, peering from the window of an empty house, was watching the old building

There were lights in the opposite house. Dimly discernible, they indicated that inner hallways were

A limousine, rolling eastward, came to a stop in front of the house. Harry observed two women, recognized

These visitors ascended the front steps of the house. The door opened to admit them; then closed. The

limousine waited. Moving away from his observation post, Harry gained the rear door of the empty building

The Shadow's agent had been vigilant. It was Harry's duty to report concerning all who left or entered that

house across the street. Hence, haste seemed necessary in putting through a call to Burbank. Harry wanted to

Yet there was no need for Harry's speed. His eyes were not the only ones that had observed the arrival of the

limousine. Shrouded in darkness, close by Harry's empty house, another watcher was keeping vigil.

The Shadow! Unknown to his agent, the master had come to make observations of his own. Last night, The

Shadow had waged active battle against hordes of gangdom; tonight, he was playing a passive, waiting game.

Long minutes passed. The limousine remained. The Shadow, listening, heard a slight sound from the house

MORE minutes. A slouching figure suddenly appeared from the side of the dimly lighted house. The Shadow

saw the moving man as he followed a stealthy course along the sidewalk. Harry Vincent observed him also;

and noted the direction that the man was taking. The chauffeur in the limousine did not see the prowler who

Peering from his window, Harry watched the sneaking fellow increase his pace toward the corner. But Harry,

Keeping pace with the man who had come from the house, the blackgarbed watcher had taken up a stealthy

trail. He knew the pace of the man whom he was following. It was the gypsy. Twentyfour hours before, The

Shadow had followed him here from the morgue. Harry Vincent had been on watch since then. This was the

The lighted avenue was gained. The brilliance of the thoroughfare revealed the gypsy's face. The man was

heading toward the subway. No longer did a phantom shape continue on his trail. Instead, a tall, welldressed

man suddenly appeared upon the avenue. Carrying a briefcase, he, too, was making for the subway.

This stranger entered the same car as the gypsy. Seated quietly in a corner, he observed the darkskinned

face. Tonight, the gypsy was attired in better fitting clothes. His earrings had been discarded. He might have

Though he glanced about him, the gypsy did not see the hawklike eyes that centered upon him. The Shadow,

guised as a quietfaced New Yorker, was both keen and careful in his observations. When the local stopped

in a transfer station, The Shadow, like the gypsy, stepped out upon the platform to wait for an express. When

the swifter train rolled into the station, The Shadow took the car behind the one which his quarry entered.

The express reached a downtown station. The gypsy, alighting, glanced about him. He noted the form of the

tall man with the briefcase. While he bought a newspaper, the gypsy watched to see if this man like the

other passengers was leaving the station. The tall form went through a turnstile. The gypsy, folding the

He was the last to reach the street. Peering from the kiosk, the gypsy looked carefully to see if the tall man

or any other passenger might be lingering. Suspicion ended, the gypsy came forth and walked along the

dim cross street. He glanced back occasionally; he saw no one on his trail. The gypsy's teeth showed in a

So the gypsy thought; but he was wrong. Following, close by the fronts of darkened buildings, the phantom

shape of The Shadow was again upon his trail. The black cloak and slouch hat had been resumed now that the

Walking westward, the gypsy reached Hudson Street. He paused while trucks lumbered past. He heard the

bassthroated blast of a steamship whistle. He strode rapidly across the wide street as soon as traffic had

A South American steamship had docked. A small vessel, chiefly used for freight, its arrival had caused but

little commotion at the pier. The gypsy, lingering near the exit, stood unnoticed by the handful of passengers

But there was one who watched the unsuspecting gypsy. The blazing eyes of The Shadow were peering from

a darkened spot not more than a dozen feet away. By the dull light of the pier, The Shadow could detect the

Baggage trucks had lumbered from the pier, after the passengers had gone. Still, the gypsy waited. A belated

passenger appeared. A tall man, welldressed, his face was wellformed. Crafty eyes a pointed mustache

The arrival was talking to the baggage man. He stopped the little truck and looked about, as he placed a

corktipped cigarette to his lips. He glimpsed the gypsy. His smile increased as he took the cigarette from his

"Ah! Here you are!" The passenger had a slightly English accent. "I am glad that you have not disappointed

"Yes, Mr. Casper," returned the gypsy, with a bow. "I have rooms at the Hotel Gardley, on Twentythird

"Express the trunks there," ordered Casper, turning, to the baggage man. "They are labeled" he paused to

Turning toward the gypsy, Casper gave a new order in his haughty tone. He indicated two suitcases that were

The gypsy obeyed in servile fashion. Three minutes later, he and Rodney Casper were aboard a taxi, driving

All was darkness back upon the pier. The exit was closed. The baggage truck had moved along. The spot

where The Shadow had been standing was vacant. Silently, the master of the night had made his own

FIVE minutes after Rodney Casper had taken a taxi with the gypsy, Valdo, the clerk of the old Hotel Gardley

"Mr. Casper?" he inquired. "No he is not registered here... Rooms reserved for him... Oh, I see. You are the

express man... He did not give you the numbers of his rooms... I see... I see... Yes, I can give you the

numbers: Mr. Casper has reserved a corner suite. Rooms 642 and 644... No, that will not be necessary. Our

The clerk hung up. He shook his head wearily, as he spoke to the telephone operator.

"A dumb call," he declared. "Luggage for a new guest Rodney Casper. He told the baggage man to ship his

"But not for that dumb baggage man," rejoined the clerk. "He wanted the room numbers, so I gave them to

him. He's satisfied but when the trunks show up, we'll take them to the rooms. Oh, well guess some

Fuming, the clerk turned around to sort mail into the pigeon holes behind the desk. The operator was busy at

A tall man, carrying a briefcase, strolled into the lobby. Keen eyes noticed the three attendants. With stride

that was soundless upon the frayed carpeting, this arrival crossed the lobby and took the littleused steps that

Two minutes later, two other men arrived. They made more noise as they entered. The clerk turned around;

he pressed a bell; the sleepy bell hop jumped to his feet and rushed forward to take the suitcases which Valdo

The arrival registered himself and servant. The clerk handed the bell boy the keys to Rooms 642 and 644. The

MEANWHILE, the silent visitor who had preceded Casper was completing his ascent. His tall form stopped

outside the door of Room 642. From the briefcase came folds of a blackened garment. A cloak slipped over

Again, The Shadow. It was he who had called, to learn the numbers of Casper's rooms a detail which the

man from the boat had not given the baggage man at the dock. Even should the clerk mention the call to

A blackened pick probed the lock of the door. The barrier opened. The Shadow entered a dark room. The

door closed; the lock clicked. Tiny rays of a flashlight showed Room 642 to be the living room of a small

Curtained French windows lay beyond. The Shadow glided to them. His gloved fingers loosened a catch. His

hands opened the barriers. With a soft laugh, The Shadow stepped out upon a darkened balcony. He closed

His pliable briefcase beneath his cloak, the door of the room locked; the catch closed on the French windows

The Shadow had trailed the gypsy Valdo. Through him, he had uncovered Rodney Casper. Soon the pair

Last night, The Shadow had dropped Valdo, in order to deal with Marty Lunk. Tonight, he had again picked

Yet two were one. Between Lunk and Valdo lay an important link, through which The Shadow had traced

both gangleader and gypsy. Though Valdo was not a member of Marty's mob, the darkskinned man knew

Wisely, The Shadow divined that Valdo would talk to Rodney Casper. Marty Lunk would be discussed.

The body at the morgue the occupants of the house where Valdo lived the mission of Rodney Casper in

Rodney Casper and Valdo had arrived in the hotel room. The man from the steamship was inviting the gypsy

to take a chair beside the window. Valdo's teeth formed a gleaming smile as the gypsy heard the words in

"El buen castellano," remarked Casper. Then, in English: "We must forget our Spanish. Valdo, except when

emergency makes it advisable. You have learned to speak English surprisingly well. It would be best to

"You are a remarkable fellow, Valdo," stated Casper, eyeing the gypsy shrewdly. "Most of your tribe speak

nothing but their own language. I remember when you were with the Gitanos in Spain. You were their

"In Italy, among the Zingari as they called the Rom there. When I was with the Czigany it was the same as

with the Gitanos in Spain. The Rom are one; but I have journeyed with different tribes. That is why they have

Casper was nodding as he stared at Valdo. Drawing a case from his pocket, he extracted a corktipped

cigarette and lighted it. Neither Casper nor Valdo were looking toward the French windows. They did not see

The Shadow had cleverly locked the windows behind him. Had he needed to do so, he could have reopened

them with his thin pick. But The Shadow did not require this. From his position, he could view the moving

lips of Casper and Valdo. He had read their Spanish statements; he was observing their remarks in English.

"It is well," declared Casper. "English is best while we are in New York. I have passed as Frenchman,

Spaniard, Englishman the last named is best while I am in New York. I am a cosmopolitan, Valdo at

CASPER puffed his cigarette. His eyebrows narrowed. He looked about him uneasily, as though to make sure

that no one could be listening. Valdo seemed to know the question that was coming, as Casper leaned

"Me na chinghiom les!" protested Valdo, in his gypsy dialect. Then, realizing that his words were not

Casper's eyes opened wide. The shrewdfaced man stepped forward as Valdo drew a clipping from his

pocket. Holding the newspaper item to the light, Rodney Casper read the details of the finding of a body in

"I went to see," explained Valdo. "I found him Mandrez. I pretended that I did not know him. There was a

"This detective asked me if I was Rom. I told him yes. I said the dead man was gajo no Rom. They asked

"I wanted to find him living!" snarled Casper, pounding his right fist against his open left hand. "I would

have made him tell his story. Those gems he stole were worth millions, Valdo. He did not know how to get

Rodney Casper chewed his lips; then, in an easy tone, he urged the gypsy to reply.

"Tell me, Valdo," he said. "You knew that Mandrez stole those gems. He was the only one who knew their

hiding place. You followed him to America. You did not believe him when he said that he was coming to

"I offered Mandrez fifty thousand dollars to get the jewels for me. That was ample for his work. I could have

sold the gems for nearly their full value. But Mandrez came to New York. He doublecrossed me, Valdo."

"More money," interposed the gypsy, with an ugly smile. "That is what Mandrez wanted. That is why he

"To turn the jewels over to a gang of lowclass crooks," growled Casper. "Figuring on a larger share. They

"No." The gypsy's face seemed to reflect the shrewdness which Casper had shown. "I do not think the gems

are lost. Gangsters they may have killed Mandrez but not while he still had the gems from Spain."

"Mandrez was no fool." The gypsy was emphatic. "He knew much, did Mandrez. I think that he had talk with

"Perhaps you're right." Casper puffed hard at the cigarette. "Yes that would be the game. Mandrez could

have told the truth to some millionaire. Gems of fabulous wealth hidden in the Duke of Almanza's castle

"Gems that the republicans would seize, could they discover them. Forfeited wealth, which the Duke of

Almanza never could reclaim. Mandrez knew the hiding place. All he wanted was the guarantee of purchase

a sum greater than the fifty thousand that I had offered him. He had the transportation money which I had

"You are right, Valdo. Mandrez would not have dealt with crooks. He had fifty thousand dollars sure from

me. He wanted more he also wanted some one whose high repute would be protection."

Casper paused to speculate. So far he had traced a theory. He was trying to puzzle out the subsequent events.

"Mandrez," he muttered. "One time servant of the banished Duke of Almanza. Unclaimed wealth millions

that Mandrez could sell to the highest bidder. That much is plain. But after that "

"Mandrez had the money," interposed Valdo. "You see? Much money. That is when the crooks find him.

They take away the money. They throw Mandrez deep in the river. With pieces of iron, so large "

"Mandrez means nothing, Valdo," interrupted Casper. "I must search for the man who has the gems. If I find

him, I shall take them from him. Mandrez had my promise. I am the one who should have the gems.

"But where to find them?" Casper shrugged his shoulders and frowned unpleasantly. "New York is a large

Valdo was grinning. From beneath his arm, the gypsy had drawn the newspaper which he had purchased in

the subway station. He waved the journal toward Casper, pointing with a brown finger.

CASPER took the sheet. His eyes studied the headlines. These told of the fight at Brandley Croman's; how

Joe Cardona and his raiders had shattered the strongest band of burglars in Manhattan.

The Shadow, peering through the curtains, could see a look of perplexity on Rodney Casper's face. He also

observed the wide smile that still showed on Valdo's lips. Watching intently, The Shadow waited for the

"How can this help us?" questioned Casper. "A gang of beaten crooks. What do they mean to us?"

"Very much," grinned Valdo. "Read what is said in the paper. How those men had robbed many houses; how

"Yes." Valdo became voluble. "It is this way, senor. When I come to New York to look for Mandrez, I need a

place where I can stay. There is a woman here yek Romni, she be and I go to see her. Madame Lorenna,

"Madame Lorenna can tell fortunes. Very, very well. Much money comes to her, because she had a man who

can take her to fine places. This man he is gajo they call I forget the word they call him "

"That is it," nodded Valdo. "That is it: the manager. He goes with Lorenna. She reads palms" Valdo paused

to spread his hand; then to clench his fist "and she takes much money. But this gajo bah! he wants

"I live in the house with him and Lorenna. She and I talk, in Romany. She knows nothing. But I learn what

the gajo is doing. All that Lorenna learns, she tells to him. He tells it to this gang man" Valdo tapped the

newspaper that Casper held "to this one called Marty Lunk. Then the gang goes to the houses to places

where Lorenna learned that people have the money. They steal shtor, panch, shav four, five, six times

"Is he implicated?" demanded Casper. "What I mean is, do the police know that he was working with Lunk?"

"No." Valdo shook his head. "They do not know. That is why it will be good for us. Lorenna she will still

go to see people who have much money. These women these foolish gaje they tell her everything. They

"But Jerwyn he cannot tell the gang any more. They paid him money for what he told them. He will want

more money. How is he to get it? I tell you. I go to Jerwyn. I say would you like to get many thousand

"He will say 'yes' to me. I will tell him. He must take Lorenna many places among the gaje who have money.

She must try to find who has seen gems from Spain. When she find that and Lorenna is very, very smart

RODNEY CASPER'S eyes were gleaming. Shrewd orbs peering from beneath a furrowed brow, they seemed

to acquiesce to Valdo's scheme. Casper crumpled the newspaper in his hand. Here, on its front page, was

"You have found the way, Valdo!" exclaimed the man who had arrived from South America. "If Jerwyn got

by with that game, while working with a band of gangsters, he can certainly get results for me.

"Go to him, Valdo. Tell him the truth but not too much. Mention Mandrez; tell him about me, but not

where I am stopping. Be cautious, Valdo. Be sure to convince him that I can handle this job alone. I want the

"I know," nodded Valdo. "I tell Jerwyn that these crooks are nothing. That the man I know is better than them

all. In France, in England, in South America he goes everywhere. He can steal from any one "

"That's the idea, Valdo. Make it strong. It's a safe game for Jerwyn, now that Lunk's band has been beaten.

One robbery will be all you can tell Jerwyn that and he will not even know the name of the man

Approaching the chair where Valdo was seated, Casper slapped the gypsy on the back. Valdo's smile

gleamed. The darkskinned man arose. He received Casper's proffered hand; they exchanged partings in

Rodney Casper finished his cigarette and threw it in an ash stand. His face wore a cunning smile as he

The catch of the French windows seemed to move upward of its own accord. A blackgarbed figure entered.

The Shadow closed the windows and locked them behind him. He glided across the floor and unlocked the

After that door was closed, a slight click marked its locking. The Shadow had used his pick from the outside.

The Shadow had departed. He had learned the details of the coming game. His work, however, was not yet

HARRY VINCENT was still watching the house across the street. The limousine was still there. Two hours

had elapsed since its arrival. The chauffeur, pacing back and forth beside the curb, seemed impatient.

Then some activity. The door of the house opened. The whitecoated ladies appeared upon the steps. They

Harry glanced along the street. He saw an approaching figure. He recognized the gait. It was the same man

who had left earlier in the evening. Valdo was returning. Harry watched him enter by the side of the house.

Yet Harry, though he had spotted Valdo easily, had failed to observe another form that had appeared before

the house opposite. He did not see the blackened shape that glided toward the front steps. He did not see the

The Shadow had picked Valdo's destination. He, too, had come to this secluded spot. He, like the gypsy, was

entering the home of Lorenna, the fortune teller. Clicks barely audible announced the progress of The

Shadow's bold plan of entry. The front door moved inward. An edging form cut off light from within. The

The Shadow reached a dim hallway. A door, at the right, was ajar. Mellow light came from the room. The

Shadow peered through the opening. The room was unoccupied; the light revealed a scene of barbaric

The room was decorated in gypsy style; but the furnishings were more lavish than those seen in any gypsy

camp. Red velvet curtains; cushioned chairs and sofa trimmed with gold; hanging tapestries with gorgeous

A chart hung on the further wall. It showed a human hand, in enormous scale, with the mounts and lines

marked by cabalistic signs. Evidently none but Madame Lorenna could decipher these cryptic symbols.

Incense hung heavy in the room. The atmosphere seemed charged with a dreamy lull. This was the place

THE SHADOW glided from the doorway. He gained the darkened stairway just as a tall, cadaverous man

appeared in the hall. This was evidently Claude Jerwyn. The Shadow saw him enter the reading room, to

Silently, The Shadow reached the second floor. Here was a hallway, with deep, oldfashioned doorways. The

Shadow glided to the end of the hall. He noted a light beneath a door on the left. He could hear the murmur of

There was a door straight ahead. It was locked. The Shadow's pick probed the keyhole. The simple lock

yielded a moment later. The Shadow entered what appeared to be a disused store room. He noted a door on

The pick worked carefully. Inch by inch, The Shadow pressed the door inward until he gained a slight

crevice. Staring through the opening, he observed another room furnished in gypsy style. Less splendid than

Two people were engaged in conversation. One was Valdo, with his gleaming smile. The other was a

Coin earrings jingled as Lorenna turned toward the door of the room. Claude Jerwyn had entered. His

"I told you to cut out that gypsy jabber," he fumed. "If you want to talk to Lorenna, use English. What were

"Lorenna spoke to me," returned Valdo, calmly. "I asked her: 'What did you say to me? I go. You will give

"Yes," replied the gypsy woman, in a defiant tone. "I am afraid for Valdo. He is Rom; you are gajo. You do

"Get this," yapped Jerwyn. "Valdo is welcome around this joint if he minds his own business. But this gypsy

Valdo was on his feet. He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands disparagingly.

"It is well, Lorenna," he declared. "I will talk with this gajo. He and I will be friends."

"Yes," returned Jerwyn, sourly. "You stay here, Lorenna. I want to talk with Valdo."

The woman watched anxiously as the two men left the room. She did not see the closing of the door to the

store room. When The Shadow reached the hall door, he heard Jerwyn unlocking the door of the room

opposite to Lorenna's. Moving back through the store room, The Shadow found the door that he required. The

pick worked; the door opened slightly. The Shadow peered into the second room just as Jerwyn and Valdo

The cadaverous man locked the hall door. Valdo watched him half suspiciously; yet the gypsy's smile was

"I've got something to ask you, Valdo!" he snarled. "Where did you go from here last night?"

"You know why." Jerwyn's tone was vicious. "There was trouble last night. The cops put a nice crimp into a

Valdo's hands had risen. His fingers were moving as though they longed to clutch Jerwyn's throat. The

"You think I tell?" The gypsy's tone was fierce. "You think I tell? That is because you are gajo. Pah! No Rom

Valdo's eyes were glaring. Jerwyn had backed across the room, adopting a defensive attitude. Valdo's rage

"You think I tell?" This time Valdo laughed contemptuously. "You think I make trouble for Lorenna?"

This was logic. Jerwyn's pale lips formed a shrewd, thoughtful smile. He knew the clannish traits of the

gypsies. He realized how treachery, on the part of Valdo, could bring trouble to Lorenna. Yet the last trace of

"All right, Valdo," wheedled Jerwyn. "I know you wouldn't try to make trouble for Lorenna. But" the

speaker paused emphatically "it was mighty suspicious, the way you went out of here last night. You pulled

"Tonight, you slide out while I'm busy arranging for Lorenna's readings. Now you're back again. What I want

"Yes," bowed Valdo. "You wish to know? That is the thing that I have come to tell you. I have found the way

VALDO pulled the old clipping from the pocket of his jacket. He handed it to Jerwyn. The manager looked

"That is where I went last night," informed Valdo. "To see if that man was the one I knew."

"A man from Spain. His name Mandrez. Listen, while I tell. This Mandrez, he was the servant of a great

"Yes. The Duke of Almanza. That is the name they would call him in this country. Bad trouble begins in

"Yes. The great people, they run away. Some servants, they run, too. Mandrez he come to America. But he

"In the castle of Almanza," confided Valdo, "are gems. They belong to the Duke of Almanza. Mandrez he

"How?" Valdo laughed. "Because I was in Spain, with those Rom they call Gitanos. There was a man who

"Yes," Valdo grinned. "A smart crook. One who has been in many country. France England South

America. This man knows me, Valdo. I, Valdo, know that he has sent Mandrez. I find that Mandrez takes the

gems. But he does not go to the man who sent him. Mandrez comes here, to New York. I am too late to stop

"I get it." Jerwyn nodded. "An international crook, eh? Smart bird with dough but Mandrez

"Yes," agreed Valdo. "You know what I think Mandrez do? He come here to New York. He sell those gems

"To get more dough than the smart crook offered him," added Jerwyn. "Then some thugs grabbed hold of

"There is more," declared the gypsy, simply: "Last night, I see Mandrez in that place they call the morgue.

"Yes. I tell him that Mandrez is dead. He is angry, at first. Then he is quiet. He asks me where are the

gems? He can get them if only he find out where they are. So I speak to him. I ask how much will he give

"Twentyfive thousand dollars." replied the gypsy. "Maybe he give more than that. I tell him, I will find the

"Say!" Jerwyn's voice was enthusiastic. "You've hit something big, Valdo. This story of yours" he paused

Jerwyn paced across the room. He stopped and stared at the ceiling. He began to speak aloud, letting Valdo

"We'll put Lorenna on the job," remarked Jerwyn. "She'll pump away until she finds out something.

"I've got to know more about these gems," the manager asserted. "What do they look like? Can this guy

"And I've got to know that he's got dough. I can use cash now, Valdo. How about five grand. Would he cough

Jerwyn stepped over and unlocked the door to the hall. He motioned to Valdo. The gypsy followed Jerwyn.

The moment that they left the room, the door to the store room closed. It's lock turned noiselessly.

The Shadow reached the hall; peering from the center door of the store room, he saw Jerwyn and Valdo turn

toward the stairs. The Shadow followed. His swift, silent stride brought him close behind the two men.

"Five grand," The Shadow could hear Jerwyn saying, "and the deal is on. If those Spanish gems are in New

York, Lorenna will find out where. This crook can play his own game, Valdo. Let him lay low. But I get the

"If you can make him raise the ante, do it." Jerwyn and Valdo had turned the bottom of the stairway. "See

The Shadow had reached the bottom of the stairs. He heard these final words as Jerwyn and Valdo entered a

passage that led to the side door. The Shadow moved straight ahead. He reached the front door, unlocked it

and stepped out into the night. He closed the door behind him. The lock clicked as The Shadow probed it.

HARRY VINCENT, watching from across the street, saw Valdo slink from the side entrance. But he did not

observe The Shadow, standing on the steps. As Valdo headed toward the avenue. The Shadow glided softly

A soft laugh in the darkness. The Shadow had witnessed the culmination of Valdo's scheme. From the facts

that he had learned at the Hotel Gardley, The Shadow was sure that Rodney Casper would not balk at the

The Shadow was on his way to the sanctum. There he would gain reports from his agents; he would make his

plans to watch the coming deeds. Rodney Casper, with his mission in New York; Claude Jerwyn, manager of

Valdo was the link between them. Wisely had The Shadow chosen the gypsy as the key to hidden crime!

THE SHADOW, in his personal investigations of crime, employed a system that had proven its worth. To

him, criminals formed human chains. His method was to concentrate upon the most important link.

Rodney Casper Claude Jerwyn Madame Lorenna all were to play important parts in coming events.

Valdo, however, was the one connection. So long as The Shadow watched the gypsy, he could gain an

Whether Valdo talked in Romany to Lorenna; in Spanish to Casper; or in English to Jerwyn all was the

same to The Shadow. A linguist of amazing ability, he knew the gypsy dialect as well as other tongues.

At the sanctum. The Shadow was to learn through Burbank that Harry Vincent had seen three persons enter

and leave Jerwyn's house. Two were the society women who had come for palm readings. The third was

More than that: The Shadow had entered Jerwyn's house to observe two persons there. He had seen Claude

Jerwyn and Madame Lorenna. Apparently, The Shadow had accounted for all concerned.

Yet on this occasion, The Shadow had missed an important point. He would have done well had he remained

at Jerwyn's. For there lay another link in the chain of crime which was to come.

CLAUDE JERWYN, after locking the side door, went directly to the front of the house. He made sure that

the front door was locked. He smiled sourly as he ascended the stairs. He went to the same room where The

Just within the entrance to Jerwyn's room was the door of a closet. This was one spot that The Shadow,

peering from the store room, had been unable to discern. That, perhaps, accounted for The Shadow's

departure from Jerwyn's house. Had The Shadow spotted the closet door, it might have attracted his full

Alone in his room, Jerwyn tapped twice upon the door. He stepped back. The barrier opened. A leering man

shambled into view. It was Marty Lunk. The defeated mobleader faced Claude Jerwyn.

"No." Lunk spat his decision. "Do you think I'd have let that gypsy get out of here if I hadn't figured him on

"You guessed right," sneered Lunk. "Say when you told me about this Valdo hanging around here. I never

did like it. That's why I came here to put him on the spot. We both figured he had blabbed."

"That was different. A guy don't talk twentyfive grand for a stall. That was a good line you handed him

"I knew it was all right to let him go. You could have popped out and plugged him if you hadn't liked the

idea. Well if he's on the level, he'll be back. If he's phony, he won't do any talking."

Marty Lunk pulled a cigarette from his pocket. He inserted it between his wolfish lips. He sprawled in a chair

"We can use this gyp Valdo," asserted Lunk. "Him and this smart crook that's in back of him. I ain't sure yet

"Maybe he figured that if you and I were split, he wouldn't have any trouble springing this new idea on you.

"Any way you look at it, we're sitting pretty. Valdo thinks I'm crimped. Let him think it. The old game is

"We are," nodded Jerwyn. "Just the same, Marty, I'm surprised that you let Valdo go, if you still have a

"Yeah?" Marty grunted. "What if he did squawk? This new game is worth it. Anyway the old racket was

"I'll tell you," confided Lunk. His hand was nervous as it held the halfsmoked cigarette. "There was

somebody got there last night ahead of the bulls somebody that made plenty of trouble."

A PALLOR showed on Jerwyn's long face. The manager chewed his lips as he stared incredulously. Marty

"The Shadow," repeated the mobleader. "He was the guy that queered the job. What do I care for Joe

Cardona?" Lunk grunted in contempt. "Say I'd start again tomorrow night, if I only had Cardona to watch

Jerwyn paced nervously. Lunk laughed again as he puffed the stump of his cigarette.

"Don't get jittery," he snarled. "That ain't the way to act. Sit down. Get steady. Listen. I'll tell you why there

"The Shadow was trying to find out who was pulling these swell jobs. He learned something. He must have

seen that you and Lorenna were going to some nifty places; that the mob always landed at some house where

"So what did he do? He watched here. He must have seen me come in and go out. So he kept his eye on my

mob. That's how he wised up that we were going to Croman's last night. He showed up and smeared the mob.

"Yes. I scrammed. Now here's the way I figure it. The Shadow may keep on watching this dump. But he'll be

looking for me that's all. But he won't see me. There won't be no more jobs. The Shadow will know that he

"Meanwhile, you keep on taking Lorenna to ritzy houses. Be on the level with this fortune telling stuff. Run

"It'll be a long while before Lorenna gets the dope that Valdo wants. I'll be hiding out. I'll let you know where

you can get hold of me. When Lorenna gets the low down on the money guy that has the Spanish sparklers,

"You mean to split on the dough?" questioned Jerwyn. "To see if you can make this international crook

"Nah!" Lunk scowled. "Say do you think I'm cuckoo? If you can snag that dough, you're welcome to it. I'm

"Sure. Say why do you think that guy told Valdo to offer you twentyfive grand for Lorenna's work? I'll

tell you why. Because those sparklers are worth plenty more than the dough he's willing to put up.

"It's soft for you, Jerwyn. All you've got to do is stall Valdo. When Lorenna gets the dope, don't let the gyp

know it. Tip me off, instead. I'll have a new mob ready. We'll grab the sparklers."

Claude Jerwyn nodded. He saw chances for a big share in the purloined profits. He also realized a chance for

"I get you," he said. "We'll work it your way, Marty. But the night that you go to grab the stuff, I'll give the

dope to Valdo. I'll collect the twentyfive grand. I'll take it on the lam and Lorenna will go with me. But

"Ten percent." agreed Marty. "The regular rate. If you want to trim this smart guy that Valdo talks about,

that's your own racket. You're welcome to it. Let me get those gleamers I know how to fence the stuff for

Marty Lunk arose. He nudged his thumb toward the door. Claude Jerwyn nodded as he turned the lock. Then,

"Forget The Shadow," sneered Lunk. "If he goes after anybody, it'll be me. But how is he going to find me?

I'll be hiding out until I'm ready for the job. Then it'll be one quick smash, before he can get wise."

"I ain't taking chances," assured Marty Lunk. "Why do you think I came in through the skylight tonight? Just

because The Shadow or some stool of his might be watching outside. I'm leaving the way I came."

"Shh!" warned Jerwyn, as he turned the knob of the door. "Don't let Lorenna hear you."

Lunk quieted. Jerwyn opened the door. The gangleader tiptoed along the hall. He opened a door that showed

"If I have to see you," he told Jerwyn, in a low tone, "I'll come in from the roof, like I did tonight. I used the

old house over in the back street. If you want me, call Red Mike's and ask for Muggsy Wagram. He's the only

Marty Lunk ascended to the attic. Claude Jerwyn, listening, heard a skylight open and settle into place.

Jerwyn closed the door. With a smile upon his pasty lips, the cadaverous man returned to his own quarters.

ONE hour later, a tiny bulb flickered on the wall of The Shadow's sanctum. White hands stretched forward

A whispered laugh sounded as the Shadow replaced the earphones. Well did the master sleuth know the

significance of Valdo's return. It meant that Rodney Casper had complied with Claude Jerwyn's request for

The deal was completed. Lorenna, the gypsy fortune teller, would begin her new task. In her visits to homes

of the elite; in the readings that she gave to those who came to her own parlor, the gypsy palmist would be

Sooner or later, Lorenna would learn the identity of the person who now owned the Duke of Almanza's stolen

The Shadow knew Valdo's scheme. The Shadow would prepare to deal with Rodney Casper. But The

Shadow's plan was due to meet revision. Marty Lunk, engaged in secret preparation, was entering as a new

THREE weeks had elapsed since The Shadow's secret visit to the home of Claude Jerwyn. A lapse of quiet

had followed crime and scheming. The Shadow like others was waiting for developments.

Under certain circumstances, The Shadow knowing that some New Yorker possessed a store of hidden

jewels, would have begun an investigation of his own. Present conditions, however, caused The Shadow to

Rodney Casper was still at the Hotel Gardley. Harry Vincent had taken an adjoining room on the same floor.

The Shadow's agent was in a position to notify his chief whenever Valdo visited Casper. Thus The Shadow

Yet The Shadow was not entirely inactive. Though he had not learned of Marty Lunk's entry into the

situation, The Shadow was keeping tabs on Lorenna's work. Apparently, Claude Jerwyn had passed up Marty

Lunk, in order to deal with Valdo. That marked Jerwyn as a man who placed his own interests first.

From that inference, The Shadow had recognized that Jerwyn would be ready to desert Valdo, should

occasion offer better opportunity. Hence, The Shadow was keeping check on Lorenna and her manager.

The light was burning in The Shadow's sanctum. The earphones were in use. Word was coming through from

"All quiet at the hotel," announced Burbank. "Casper is staying in this evening. Vincent is on watch."

"Marsland is watching Muggsy Wagram. At Red Mike's. Muggsy has been talking, with gorillas. Apparently

"Information received at the Classic office. Society event tonight at the home of Rupert Murnick, Long

The earphones slid across the table. The light clicked out. A soft laugh sounded in the darkness. Weird echoes

Despite his new campaign, The Shadow had not forgotten Marty Lunk. When he dealt with men of crime,

The Shadow fought them to the finish. Marty Lunk had been fortunate in his escape from The Shadow's coils.

The mobleader was in hiding. The Shadow, through Cliff Marsland, was on the watch for Marty's return.

Tonight, The Shadow had chosen a mild task. Three agents had reported. The third had been Clyde Burke,

the Classic reporter. His statement that Madame Lorenna was to appear at a home on Long Island was one

which interested The Shadow for the present. It afforded first hand opportunity to learn how the gypsy

RUPERT MURNICK'S Long Island mansion was ablaze with light when a limousine pulled up before the

house. A tall figure stepped from the car. A visitor in evening clothes ascended the steps. He gave his name to

a servant at the door; before the servant had time to announce the guest, a fatfaced, middleaged man came

"Good evening, Mr. Cranston!" exclaimed the host. "It is a pleasure to have you with us. I did not know that

"I arrived this afternoon," responded Cranston, quietly. "I found your invitation at my home."

A dance was in progress in a room on the right. Murnick led Cranston past that entrance. On the left the

visitor noted two ladies talking in front of a closed door. Murnick kept straight on; he and Cranston reached a

Introductions followed. Murnick was highly pleased at the arrival of Cranston. He announced the visitor as a

famous globetrotter. Cranston, a thin smile on his lips, became the center of a group. Quietly, he began to

All the while, Cranston's tall form cast a long, blackened shadow on the floor. The listeners did not notice

that streak of darkness, which ended in a perfect silhouette. They did not know that it proclaimed the true

THIS personage who appeared in the guise of Lamont Cranston was actually The Shadow. When the real

Lamont Cranston was absent from New York, The Shadow frequently adopted his personality. Lamont

Cranston, globetrotting millionaire, was welcome everywhere. He had many friends; but none knew him

well. Hence The Shadow, as Lamont Cranston, found opportunity to visit the homes of the Four Hundred. He

"Strange lands," Cranston was remarking. "Strange people. I have seen many. Yet there is one race that is

most singular of all. Their tribes appear in every land. They are Rom the men par excellence; and they call

"Basically," affirmed Cranston. "They are called by different names in certain countries. They have adopted

phrases from the languages used in the parts of the world where they happen to roam. In fact, there are

fourteen distinct dialects of Romany in Europe. Nevertheless, all these nomadic tribes are of the same origin.

"Very interesting, Mr. Cranston." The comment came from Rupert Murnick. "Particularly so, because we

have a gypsy here tonight. Madame Lorenna she is supposed to be a gypsy queen is giving palm

"Yes. Would you like to speak to her? Perhaps you might recognize her dialect. She is leaving very soon "

"Never mind," interposed Cranston. Then, with a smile: "I would be more interested in hearing the comments

of those who have had their fortunes told. It is amazing, gentlemen, how capably these gypsy palmists can

grasp facts. Their statements sometimes their predictions are often remarkable for their accuracy."

"Come along," suggested Murnick. "We'll find out what the ladies have to say about Madame Lorenna."

Cranston followed Murnick from the smoking room. He led his guest to a front room, where a group of

women were engaged in discussion. Murnick introduced Cranston. The visitor listened to the chatter.

Among the group was a girl of twenty. She was an attractive blonde. Cranston noted the interest which the

girl evidenced in the conversation. It was apparent that she had not yet visited Madame Lorenna.

The girl was wearing a gold pendant. From its setting gleamed a stone of a rich orangeyellow hue. It was a

While Cranston's keen eyes studied the gem, Claude Jerwyn appeared. He approached the group with clasped

"Madame Lorenna can give time for one more reading," he announced. Then, bowing to the girl whom The

Shadow was watching, he added: "I believe the appointment is yours, Miss Laustin."

The girl followed Jerwyn. Lamont Cranston strolled away. At the hall door, he saw Jerwyn usher the girl into

the room where Lorenna was located. Jerwyn closed the door and walked along the hall.

Cranston waited. Then, with leisurely stride he stepped into the hallway. He reached the door that Jerwyn had

To create a gypsy atmosphere, turkeyred curtains had been hung across the center of the room. These

formed a partition. Lorenna and the girl were beyond the curtains. Cranston's tall form glided through the

Lorenna was wearing a gypsy costume. She was speaking in quaint English as she read the lines of the girl's

"Danger will come to you," declared the gypsy. "But you need not fear. Good fortune will protect you. Eet is

"Thees." Lorenna reached forward and grasped the topaz pendant. It glittered as it lay in the gypsy's dusky

palm. "To those who wear the topaz, sadness will not come. Eet will bring good courage. Evil will go no

"Thees was a gift to you. I, Lorenna, can tell the past as I can see the future. Thees amulet eet is not of your

country. Eet has come from far away. Thees is from the country that they call Spain."

"Yes." The girl nodded. "My father gave me this pendant last week. He told me that it was from Spain. He

"He bought it from a friend," was the reply. "I do not know the man's name. He is a collector of rare gems. I

"Ah, yes," interposed Lorenna. "You must ask him about thees amulet. But you must see me again, my lady.

To those who have the strange fortune, Lorenna can tell much. The future eet will be plain when I,

"I should like you to come to my home," said the girl, eagerly, as Lorenna arose. "Would you be able to come

"You must ask the manager," smiled Lorenna. "Meestaire Jerwyn he will tell you "

The Shadow was moving toward the door. The barrier opened; Lamont Cranston's tall form appeared in the

hall. The door closed. When Lorenna and the girl appeared at the door, Cranston had reached the end of the

FIFTEEN minutes later, Claude Jerwyn and Madame Lorenna were ready to leave the house. Lamont

Cranston, unviewed as he stood within the entrance of the dance room, saw the blond girl approach to speak

"I have made the appointment," Jerwyn bowed as he opened the pages of a pocket date book. "Thursday

As Shirley Laustin returned to the dance floor, Jerwyn and Lorenna left by the front door. The thin smile

Eager though Shirley Laustin had been, the appointment was actually of Lorenna's making. The gypsy queen

had promised to foretell the future. Perhaps her statements to Shirley Laustin would be guesswork: but there

Lorenna had found the first trace of the Spanish jewels. On Thursday night, the gypsy would learn more.

IT was midnight. Claude Jerwyn and Madame Lorenna had returned from Rupert Murnick's. Their house

A figure glided past a patch of light. It merged with darkness at the side of the house. The Shadow had

The lock of the side door clicked. Invisibly, The Shadow entered. The door closed; another click. The

A light showed in the reading room. The door was ajar; curling smoke came from the opening. The odor was

The Shadow reached the doorway. His keen eyes stared through the opening. They noted Jerwyn, seated in a

far corner. Lorenna's manager had drawn back a hanging curtain to reveal a filing cabinet. He was consulting

Finishing one cigarette, Jerwyn extinguished it in an ash tray; then lighted another. With pencil, the manager

The Shadow's keen eyes were on the upper end of the pencil, tracing the words that Jerwyn wrote by the

Suddenly, The Shadow moved away. His cloaked form faded with incredible swiftness, as it dropped silently

toward the front entry. The reason for the sudden shift became apparent. Valdo had entered by the side door;

Valdo's shrewd eyes gleamed in the dim light of the hall. Like The Shadow, the gypsy noted the open door

and the curls of tobacco smoke. Unlike The Shadow, he did not choose to spy on Jerwyn. Instead, he moved

A DOZEN minutes passed. Again, Valdo's footsteps were catlike as the gypsy reappeared, descending. This

time Valdo went directly to the room where Jerwyn was stationed. He entered, leaving the door half opened

Jerwyn, hearing Valdo enter, turned suddenly, snatching up the pad that lay beside him. There was a

challenge in his stare as his eyes met the gypsy's gaze. Valdo, laughing, pointed to the chair that Jerwyn had

"Sit down," said the gypsy. "Do not let me frighten you. What is the matter, Jerwyn?"

"Nothing," growled the manager, resuming his chair. "You startled me that was all. I was busy with my

"Busy, eh?" queried Valdo. "It is time that you were busy. I have been talking with the man who sent you the

"Tell him I need more time," snapped Jerwyn. "I'm as anxious to finish this job as he is. I know he sent me

"Thirty," asserted Valdo, "if you can find out everything within the next week."

"Thirty grand?" Jerwyn arched his eyebrows at mention of the larger sum. "Say he must be in a hurry to

"Why not?" questioned Valdo. "The sooner they belong to him, the better. I tell him you are working. He say

hurry. He will pay more money. He wants to know if you have found out what he needs."

"Not yet, Valdo," said Jerwyn, seriously. "I've got that list you gave me the description of some of those

Spanish gems and I've been working on it. We've been to a dozen places, Lorenna and I."

"A round stone of yellow," commented Valdo, forming a small circle with thumb and forefinger. "One about

Jerwyn's lips tightened. A flush appeared upon his pallid face as he stared at Valdo.

"You were startled, eh?" resumed Valdo. "Startled when I came in here. That is what you call odd, Jerwyn.

The gypsy's teeth gleamed. Again, he made the circular sign with thumb and finger.

"So big," he remarked. "With gold about it hanging from a chain. A topaz that is the name they call it "

"What makes you ask me about the topaz?" demanded Jerwyn. "Have you been talking with Lorenna?"

"Yes," nodded Valdo. "Lorenna, she is Romni. I am Rom. We talk when we wish. No gajo can stop us."

Jerwyn was on his feet, his fists clenched. For a moment, he glared threateningly at Valdo. Then, loosening

his hands, he picked up his halfsmoked cigarette and indulged in angry puffs. Valdo watched him smiling.

"I don't like this sneaky business, Valdo." asserted Jerwyn. "Lorenna is working for me. The deal is between

"You wait." ordered Jerwyn. Then in a pacifying tone: "Look here, Valdo. I've got twenty grand at stake,

"All right," snorted Jerwyn. "Meanwhile, you come along and talk to Lorenna. What are you trying to do

"You will get the money," assured Valdo. "I have given you my word. Among the Rom, promises are kept

There was a warning in the gypsy's tone. Jerwyn was momentarily perturbed; then, with a note of apology, he

"I trust you, Valdo," he wheedled. "You must trust me. I shall tell you why I did not wish to talk about the

topaz pendant. Lorenna saw it only tonight; but she did not learn where it came from.

"It was worn by a girl named Shirley Laustin. She told Lorenna that her father gave it to her. She added that

"I've been looking up facts on Howard Laustin, the girl's father." Jerwyn pointed to the files that he had taken

from the cabinet. "I've got him listed. I keep records on anybody that Lorenna may meet when she gives

readings. He's a retired manufacturer, Laustin is; that's all I've found out about him.

"We're going up to Laustin's on Thursday night, Valdo. The girl Shirley is throwing a shindig and

Lorenna will give readings. Lorenna already has told the girl that the topaz pendant is a charm against bad

"Very good." nodded Valdo. "You have told me what Lorenna just said. But why did you not want to tell me

"Because I've got nothing yet," argued Jerwyn. "I won't have until Thursday night. Maybe not then. That's

"I understand." Valdo nodded. "You are good gajo, Jerwyn. You are good like Rom."

"That's the way to talk. Listen, now, Valdo. You leave this job to me and Lorenna. Tell your friend to have

The gypsy extended his hand. Jerwyn grasped it. Turning, Valdo started for the door. The Shadow glided

back into darkness. He watched the gypsy cross the hall and leave by the side door.

Claude Jerwyn peered from the room. The cadaverous man laughed. Sure that Valdo had gone, he went back

SILENTLY, The Shadow edged from darkness. He followed Valdo's path. He reached the side door, made

his exit and locked the barrier behind him. A few minutes later, he was on the silent street.

A laugh amid the darkness. Whispered mockery, it revealed The Shadow's thoughts. The master sleuth had

Jerwyn had stalled. He had tried to lull Valdo into believing that all would be well. The gypsy, despite his

mild leavetaking, had not fallen for the bluff. The Shadow had heard his words to Jerwyn 'you are good

Valdo, as he had crossed the hall, had worn a cunning smile. His gleaming teeth were proof that he had

The Shadow, like Valdo, had detected symptoms of a doublecross. Jerwyn had spoken truthfully regarding

What Jerwyn learned on Thursday, through Lorenna's aid, Jerwyn would use for his own game. Rodney

Cliff Marsland's report on "Muggsy" Wagram was fresh in The Shadow's mind. The Shadow could see

beyond. He had gained the fact he needed. He knew why Muggsy was enlisting the aid of new gorillas.

Marty Lunk was the man behind Claude Jerwyn's game. The missing mobleader was coming back, to beat

Rodney Casper to his goal. Would he succeed? Or would Valdo, by guessing the full truth, enable Casper to

Those questions would remain unanswered for the present. One fact, however was definitely settled. Rodney

Casper or Marty Lunk whichever reached the goal first would encounter The Shadow as guardian of the

IT was Thursday night. Cars were drawn up in front of Howard Laustin's Long Island residence. Shirley's

The setup was similar to Murnick's. One room had been arranged as Lorenna's seance parlor. Debutantes,

excited in their conversation, were eager to test the gypsy woman's power as a fortune teller.

In contrast to the gaiety of the party was the quiet of Howard Laustin's study. There, within paneled walls of

oak, the retired manufacturer was enjoying his cigar while he chatted with an unexpected visitor Lamont

"You picked a poor night to drop in to see me, Cranston," the manufacturer was saying. "But, after all, your

misfortune is my gain. When Shirley gives a party, the house belongs to her all except this room."

"It is quiet here," remarked Cranston. "After all, Laustin, you are entitled to company also."

"You're the last person I ever expected to see," returned Laustin. "The last time I saw you was on the boat

"When you told me your house was always open," interposed Cranston, with his quiet smile. "You suggested

"After five years!" laughed Laustin. "You have a good memory, Cranston. Yes five years I made that trip

to Rio two years before I retired. Do you remember Shirley, then how anxious she was to know when we

crossed the equator?" Laustin chuckled. "Now she's grown up parties five nights a week and it seems like

"How these young folk crave novelty! Tonight, it's a gypsy fortune teller. They have a room rigged up like a

"His name is Jerwyn," stated Laustin. "Manager for Madame Lorenna, the celebrated gypsy queen. Cross her

palm with silver or a tendollar note and she'll tell your past, present and future "

There was a knock at the door. Laustin gave the order to enter. A servant appeared.

"Who is Mr. Casper?" inquired Cranston, in a casual tone, as the servant closed the door.

"An Englishman," stated Laustin. "Rodney Casper, of London. He called me by telephone, this afternoon. He

is connected with Stollwood, Larksbury, Limited a concern with whom I had business relations when I

"This chap Casper is a friend of Cecil Larksbury. Told me that Larksbury instructed him to call on me "

Laustin paused. The door had opened. Tobias stood aside while Rodney Casper entered the study. Howard

HALF an hour later, the three men were engaged in pleasant conversation. Their discourse was running the

gamut of international topics. Howard Laustin, smiling pleasantly as he puffed a perfecto, was experiencing

The retired manufacturer had welcomed the visit of Lamont Cranston because he appreciated the keenness of

the globetrotting millionaire. As a raconteur, Cranston was unequaled. His diversity of conversation was

Now Laustin had met a man who ran Cranston a close second. Rodney Casper, also a traveler, was chatting

on European subjects in a style which indicated remarkable knowledge as well as observation.

Laustin had dropped into the role of listener. Cranston's easy, even voice; Casper's smooth English accent;

"Spain?" Casper chuckled as he responded to a question put by Cranston. "I know the country well. Madrid

"Where the people devote the afternoon to the siesta," observed Cranston. "and the evenings "

"To enjoyment. Gardens with tinkling fountains; under soothing breezes; with bottles of ruby wine "

"I have never been to Spain." asserted Laustin. "I understand that the country has fared badly since the

revolution. The old nobility the grandees have disposed of their fortunes for a song. Only last week "

He paused to reply to a knock at the door. Lamont Cranston's keen gaze was directed on Rodney Casper.

Hawklike eyes saw the expectant gleam that had appeared on Casper's countenance.

SHIRLEY LAUSTIN appeared at the door. Both guests arose. Howard Laustin motioned to his daughter to

"I see that you are wearing the topaz pendant, my dear," remarked Laustin. "Look at this jewel, gentlemen."

He raised the pendant in his palm and held it toward the light. "I was just about to mention it when Shirley

arrived. This jewel once belonged to the collection of a Spanish grandee. A friend of mine purchased it with

"I came to ask you about this pendant, father," interposed Shirley. "The gypsy fortune teller said that it was

Spanish. She told me it will bring good luck. It is an amulet. Whom did you buy it from?"

"That is supposedly a confidential matter," responded Laustin. "However, I feel that neither of these

gentlemen will mention the name of the former owner. I bought the topaz from Hampton Uhler."

"Yes. He has a large estate on the west bank of the Hudson. He has invited me to come there to see his full

"Who was the original owner of the topaz?" asked Casper, in an easy tone. "I mean the Spanish grandee?"

"Uhler did not tell me," replied Laustin. "That, apparently, is a secret. I fancy that the grandee being forced

Laustin had released the pendant. Shirley bowed to the guests and left the library. The three men resumed

"Uhler is wealthy," stated Laustin. "An odd man almost a recluse his home is like a castle. Some

Both Cranston and Casper were facing Laustin as he spoke. But Cranston's gaze went further. Those

hawklike optics were noting a mirror on the far side of the room. It showed a corner door. The barrier was

Peering into the study was a pallid face. The Shadow recognized that visage. Claude Jerwyn, knowing that

Shirley Laustin had gone to quiz her father concerning the pendant, was spying in hopes of learning more.

"Quite interesting," observed Casper. "A mansion high above the river. Hampton Uhler must have patterned

"That may have been his idea," admitted Laustin. "Theswick is an isolated town. The railroad station is fully

three miles from Uhler's home. His estate occupies at least a hundred acres all wooded land."

"Yes. Uhler has three or four servants all men who actually guard his place. So he is free from

"Only the pendant," replied Laustin. "I saw some of the other jewels, however. There was a tiara, studded

with diamonds and sapphires. Old Spanish rings some of them could have dated from the time of Ferdinand

and Isabella. The pendant belonged to the one collection. There is no question about its authenticity. In fact, it

was the sight of the other items that convinced me that Uhler's statements must be accurate."

"I hope Casper was smiling wanly "that your friend Uhler has taken proper precautions to protect his

"He has." assured Laustin. "The house contains a strongroom. The jewels are kept in a large safe. The

Spanish gems are not the only ones that Uhler owns. They constitute well let us say less than a third of

"Very few persons know of Uhler's wealth. That is why I must make it understood that I am speaking in

confidence. It would be impossible, of course, for an ordinary burglar to even reach his strongroom. The

"Yes. When I was there, Uhler took me to the strongroom. He opened the safe. I was apprehensive all the

while that we were there. I tried to keep from fancying what might happen if men were stationed in the trees

outside the house. They could have taken the light in the strongroom it is on the lower side of the house,

toward the river as a signal. Raiders enough of them to overpower Uhler's servants could have caught

As Laustin ceased speaking, Lamont Cranston's eyes again noted the mirror. Jerwyn's face was fading. The

"GEMS," remarked Casper, "are fascinating to me. My own collection though moderate contains rarities

from many lands. I have a ruby purchased from the renegade Rajah of Bancore; a collection of pearls once

"During my travels," declared Casper. "I represented other English firms before I joined with Stollwood,

Larksbury, Limited. In fact, I may count myself a connoisseur, where precious stones are concerned."

"Perhaps, remarked Laustin, "you would be interested in purchasing some of Uhler's Spanish gems."

"Yes," asserted Laustin. "Uhler is willing to dispose of many items. He bought the entire collection, so he

"I can arrange it. I promised Uhler that I would bring Shirley to his home for a weekend visit. You, Mr.

Casper, as representative of Stollwood, Larksbury, Limited, are a friend of mine."

"I am stopping at the Hotel Gardley," remarked Casper, in a casual tone. "An antiquated hostelry, but a

comfortable one. I should be pleased to accompany you, Mr. Laustin, when you visit Hampton Uhler."

"I shall arrange the trip," announced Laustin. "I shall communicate with you when I have done so. And you,

"Very much." A smile showed on the thin lips. "This stone is from my own collection. It is a girasol I doubt

Both Laustin and Casper stared at Cranston's hand stretched before their eyes. They saw a gem of amazing

beauty a stone that shimmered in the light. Its hues were everchanging in their sparkle. From deep

"Perhaps I might accompany you to Uhler's." Cranston, as he spoke, was watching Casper. The man's eyes

were fascinated by the girasol. "Let me know, Laustin, when you intend to go. You can reach me at my New

Cranston's hand moved away. The conversation took another trend. An hour passed. During that period, the

eyes of The Shadow, as they peered from the calm countenance of Lamont Cranston, were keen in their

Time and again, the pretended Englishman glanced toward the sparkling girasol. The fascination of the gem

WHEN Lamont Cranston and Rodney Casper took their leave, Lorenna and her manager had already

departed. Most of Shirley's guests were gone. Cranston left the house while Casper was still talking with

The order came to the chauffeur as Lamont Cranston settled in the cushions of his limousine. Stanley heard it,

in the tones of Lamont Cranston. He did not catch the whispered laugh that occurred shortly after the car had

That was the laugh of The Shadow. It had significance tonight. The Shadow had watched two men at work.

Claude Jerwyn and Rodney Casper had never met. Each, tonight, had been playing a game of his own.

Both sought the Spanish jewels. Jerwyn, spying, had gained the information that he could pass to Marty

Lunk. The possibility of a gang raid at Hampton Uhler's country residence had been a vital thought to Claude

To Rodney Casper, the problem had been one of subtle strategy. Cleverly, he had introduced himself to

Howard Laustin. Through the retired manufacturer, he was planning to gain access to Hampton Uhler's home.

Jerwyn had seen Casper; yet it was plain that he had taken the man for an ordinary guest not as the hidden

sponsor of Valdo's scheme. Casper, on the contrary, had not seen Jerwyn. He did not know that Lorenna's

Two men were confident. In that one respect, Rodney Casper and Claude Jerwyn were alike. Such was the

situation that produced The Shadow's laugh. For in this strange approach of crosspurposes, The Shadow

He could divine the plans of Rodney Casper. He could foresee the actions of Claude Jerwyn. Yet those who

sought the wealth of Hampton Uhler had failed to see the hand of The Shadow, as it stretched across their

"No. Jerwyn was there to stop me when I came into his house. I could not see Lorenna."

This was the conversation that Harry Vincent, agent of The Shadow, overheard as he sat in his room

Neither of the speakers Casper nor Valdo knew that their words were audible to a listener. Their talk was

passing through a microphone, secretly installed in Casper's living room, to the earphones which Harry

It was Friday night less than twentyfour hours after the meeting between Rodney Casper and Howard

Laustin. Harry had been off duty Thursday evening, because of Casper's absence from the hotel. Some time

Working under new orders that had come through Burbank, Harry had remained at the earphones since

morning. He had heard Valdo leave at eight o'clock this evening. Now, one hour later, the gypsy had

The rays of a small table lamp showed the pad upon which Harry was taking shorthand notes of Casper's

conversation with Valdo. Harry's eyes were on the pad. His hand was poised, for the conversation had

temporarily ended. Yet Harry was still concentrated upon his work so much so, that he did not sense a

A being had entered the room. Keen eyes, peering over Harry's shoulder, were reading the young man's

notations. Then, like a spectral shape from the darkness, came a long white hand. Harry Vincent stared as The

Shadow's girasol sparkled before his gaze. Fingers clicked the table lamp. The room was plunged in darkness.

Recovered from his momentary start, Harry sat stockstill. The girasol had been The Shadow's token of

identity. The agent knew that the master had arrived. Then, while Harry waited, the earphones were lifted

THERE had been reason for Rodney Casper's pause. In the next room, the man who sought the Spanish gems

was pacing back and forth. The corktip of a cigarette was pressed between his shrewdly curled lips. A suave

The Shadow could not observe this; but the dictograph served sufficiently. For Casper, his pacing ended,

"Jerwyn thinks that he is clever!" Casper's tone was half a snarl. "He took Lorenna to Laustin's last night.

There, Lorenna learned who has the gems. But Jerwyn kept that knowledge to himself.

"I was there, Valdo! That is why I know. I was with Howard Laustin, when his daughter, Shirley, asked him

where he had obtained the topaz pendant. I know that Shirley must have passed that word to Lorenna. It was

obvious to me at least that Lorenna had prompted the girl to question her father."

"Lorenna would tell me." protested Valdo. "But Jerwyn he will not let me speak to her until after "

"Until after he gets the money. Perhaps not then, unless he has coached Lorenna to keep silent. He might do

A fierce muttering came from Valdo's lips. The gypsy word "gajo" was followed by a mumbled curse.

"The game is plain," sneered Casper. "Jerwyn has told you that Laustin has the gems. That, to begin with, is a

lie. He will follow one lie with another. He wants the money and with it, he has promised to tell you more

"Yes. He said that he could tell where the gems are kept. He said that I could tell my chief that is you, baro

"A good story," scoffed Casper. "It is fortunate that I did not trust this fellow Jerwyn. I see his game. He

"Here is his purpose, Valdo. He intends to keep me waiting for a few days, pretending that there will be

opportunity to gain the gems from Laustin. But Laustin does not have them. They belong to a man named

"That man, Valdo, has a great house at a place called Theswick. It is high above the river, Valdo; above the

Hudson River the same river where the police found the body of Mandrez. But Theswick is more than

"While I am here, waiting for new word from Jerwyn, he will tell his gangster friends that Uhler has the

gems. They will go to Theswick. They will steal the wealth before I have the opportunity to take it."

VALDO'S eyes were gleaming. The gypsy's face showed intense hatred. His nods were signs that he agreed

"We shall beat him at his own game, Valdo," declared Casper. "Jerwyn does not know me. He does not know

that I have made friends with Howard Laustin. He does not know that Laustin and I intend to visit Hampton

"Tonight, Valdo, I shall call Laustin. I intend to tell him that I expect to leave New York; to ask him to

arrange an immediate visit to Hampton Uhler. I shall arrive there before the gangsters. My work will be done.

"Perhaps I can set a snare for them, so that we may expect no trouble later. But in the meantime, Valdo, we

"That is good," asserted Valdo. "But when he tell me that he must have the money tonight "

"That will be our bait," interposed Casper, with a chuckle. "Did you tell him that you would bring the money,

"Yes. I make the promise. I must be at the house by ten o'clock. That is what I say "

"You will be there at ten. But not with the money. Why trust the money in the hands of a rogue who has tried

to trick us? Once Jerwyn has swindled me, he will tell the gangsters to start for Uhler's. We must have delay,

Casper paused in meditation. His footfalls, thudding as he paced across the thin rug, came muffled to The

"Tell him this, Valdo." ordered Casper. "Tell Jerwyn that I am pleased. Tell him the truth about me that I

"Then add that I do not have the money with me. Tell him that I shall obtain it at once, from London or from

Buenos Aires, through a bank here in New York. Say that I hope to have the money by tomorrow night."

"No." Casper chuckled. "I may be out of New York by tomorrow night. You will come here, Valdo, so I can

call you. If I need more time, you can go to Jerwyn, to tell him that it was impossible to gain the money

"You will not see Jerwyn again. Go to that gypsy camp of yours in New Jersey. Lorenna can join you there.

Your work will be ended, Valdo. For by Monday" Casper's tone was firm and positive "I shall have the

"It is good," agreed Valdo. "I made promise sure to Jerwyn, that I would bring the money to him on this

night. Twenty thousand dollars. I promise. I tell him maybe the other ten; he say that it should be his also.

But what you tell me now I shall tell the same to Jerwyn. It is good. I think he will believe."

"Yes. I have told Jerwyn many time that Rom will always keep the word he give. Jerwyn is gajo, but I am

sure that he believe. He will wait tonight. He will be sure that I will have the money."

"All Rom keep every promise," remarked Valdo, "even to gajo, when gajo keep promise too. But Jerwyn he

"Don't worry about that, Valdo," laughed Casper. "Jerwyn is crooked. He has proven it. You owe him

nothing. In fact, he has already swindled me out of five thousand dollars. That is evened, however, now that I

"Be careful with your story, Valdo. Be careful about talking to Lorenna. If Jerwyn should find you discussing

"I shall tell Lorenna only that I go," stated Valdo. "I shall speak to her in Romany, which Jerwyn, gajo,

THIS was all that The Shadow heard. An interruption had occurred in the next room. The telephone bell,

which Harry Vincent had long since muffled, was buzzing. The Shadow heard its sound despite the

Removing the instruments from his head, The Shadow placed them on the table where Harry Vincent was

still seated. Whispered tones told Harry to listen to the conversation; to record what else was said. As the

agent clicked the light on the desk, The Shadow was moving behind him, toward the telephone.

The receiver came from the hook. The whispered voice of The Shadow spoke into the mouthpiece. Across the

"Report from Marsland. Phone call to Muggsy Wagram at Red Mike's. Marsland has trailed Muggsy. House

The receiver clicked. A black cloak swished amid the darkness. The door of Harry Vincent's room opened

Results had been gained within the underworld. Marty Lunk, the man behind Claude Jerwyn's game, had

been uncovered. While Rodney Casper talked with Valdo concerning Jerwyn's gang connection, the lost link

The Shadow had learned all he needed concerning Casper's plans. Harry Vincent could add further details in

his report to Burbank. A menace was looming in the underworld. The Shadow's unfinished work remained to

THE old Coblenz Hotel was a deserted structure of crumbling brick that stood within the confines of the

underworld. The buildings that adjoined it were squat two story structures that were also in sad need of

No longer used as regular residences, these houses had been occupied by vagrants. Neglected by their

owners, the buildings had reached the last state of decay. Only bums who lacked the necessary dime would

Cliff Marsland, loafing at Red Mike's, had seen Muggsy Wagram answer the telephone, in response to a wave

from Red Mike, the proprietor of the dive. Muggsy had left immediately afterward. Cliff had trailed him. He

Cliff's inference was well calculated. Muggsy would not be calling on a chance bum who happened to be

living in the building. The only answer was that this must be Marty Lunk's hideout. Hence Cliff had

Waiting at a telephone one block from the old hotel, Cliff had received the return call to stand by. Going back

to the old house, he knew that this must mean a quick arrival of The Shadow. Confident of that fact, Cliff

The Shadow's agents, though they followed every bidding of their chief, were men who used their own

judgment as they operated. Had Muggsy Wagram come here with a crew of mobsters, Cliff Marsland would

have been content to wait outside. Positive, however, that no guards were on the job, Cliff crept to the door of

A dim light, showing from the second floor, revealed a broken stairway. Cliff crept forward. He moved

carefully up the steps. Creaks avoided, he reached the top. There he observed the source of the light.

The illumination came from the opened doorway to a room. The door itself had been removed, probably by

prowling thieves. Edging to the side of the hall, Cliff reached the opening. He listened.

"SO that's the story, eh?" Cliff recognized the growl of Marty Lunk. "He wants me up there by ten o'clock.

"He says to bring some gorillas with you," came the tones of Muggsy Wagram. "What's more, he says you

"Naw. I'd be a sap to have 'em hangin' around there. Down the alley past the Black Ship that's where I'm

"That's the idea, Muggsy. All right listen. I'll slide down there and start out with the mob. See? You go

back to Red Mike's. Mooch around there, like you've been doing. It ain't a good idea for you to go out of

"I'll take the outfit" Marty's voice carried eagerness for action "and I'll stop at Jerwyn's on the way. This

is good stuff, Muggsy, the job being out of town. I ain't been in this lousy hideout for no dumb reason "

There was a sudden break. Cliff Marsland, edging closer to the door, had brought the toe of his shoe against a

"No," growled Marty. "Just getting jittery I guess. Listen, now you stick around Red Mike's. Keep waiting

there until I call you. Maybe this bunch of gorillas ain't enough. I said a dozen you got them but maybe

"You can't count on a green guy, Muggsy, and you don't know whether a guy is green until you've seen him

work. Plenty of gorillas say they're good but you find out they ain't. They don't come around with

references they couldn't get them from the big shots they used to work for and they wouldn't want to

"That'd be hot, wouldn't it, Muggsy the bulls picking up a guy with a gat and a letter of recommendation

Marty's voice had become louder. Cliff was listening, puzzled. He could not understand this trend of

conversation that had come in the midst of serious business. It sounded like a stall for time. One moment later

Something jabbed Cliff in the back. The Shadow's agent did not move. He knew the feel of a revolver

Cliff obeyed. At Muggsy's urge, he moved into the lighted room, with hands above his head. Marty Lunk, a

"A tough guy, eh?" Marty leered as he recognized Cliff. "Well what's the racket?"

Cliff made no reply. Staring beyond Marty, he could see the door to another room. He realized how he had

been tricked. Marty Lunk, after hearing the sound from the hall, had motioned Muggsy Wagram through

another room. While Muggsy had left to corral Cliff, Marty had feigned a conversation with his underling. It

"You ain't got anything to say, eh?" quizzed Marty. "Well, I've seen you plenty of times, Marsland. Sort of a

lone wolf, huh? Never hooked up with any mob. Just one of those eggs that muscles in on another guy's

"It ain't going to do you much good this time. Maybe you haven't heard much but you're not going to spill

CLIFF responded slowly. He turned back to the wall to face the two crooks. Marty Lunk approached Muggsy

"I'm leaving this to you, Muggsy," said Marty. "There's no time for me to fool with this guy. I'm heading for

the Black Ship, to pick up the crew. Give me time to get started. Then plug him.

"Nobody's going to know this was my hideout. Nobody's going to hear your rod. Leave the guy here. Let the

Muggsy nodded. Steadily, he kept his gun on Cliff. Marty Lunk directed a vicious glance toward the man in

the corner; then, picking up a rough package that lay by the wall, the mobleader made his exit.

Cliff had not heard Marty's words. He knew well, however, what the mob leader had ordered. It would be a

Stolidly, Cliff calculated. Not more than a dozen minutes had passed since word had come from Burbank to

Cliff figured half an hour at the most. He also gave Muggsy ten minutes to allow Marty to reach the Black

Eyeing Muggsy's revolver, Cliff made new calculations. Give The Shadow twenty minutes. That would mean

salvation. But would Muggsy wait the full ten? Already, the underling was showing signs of impatience. An

"Well?" growled The Shadow's agent. "Why don't you plug me? What's the stall? I'm ready."

"Yeah?" Muggsy laughed. "Well, since you want it, you can wait. I'm givin' you five minutes, if you want to

Twelve to begin with three since Marty had left five more to come twenty in all.

Still watching the revolver, Cliff tried to time the seconds. Somehow, he had confidence that The Shadow

would arrive within the twenty minutes. Cliff had faced death before The Shadow had rescued him from

Had Cliff continued to retain his calm, all would have been well. Singularly, his calculations had been exact.

From the Hotel Gardley to this house was a trip which The Shadow had scheduled for precisely nineteen

Muggsy, sneering at Cliff's impatience, was determined to wait fully five minutes before delivering the death

shot. All was working in Cliff's favor. But the prolonged sight of that ready gun muzzle threatening as a

Three minutes Cliff had counted them as near as possible they were all that he could stand. Cliff seemed

to feel himself detached from him own body. He could picture his bulletriddled form dropping to the floor,

INSTINCT won from reason. Almost without his own volition, Cliff Marsland leaped forward from his

Muggsy Wagram fired. Like Cliff, the gangster acted instinctively. He had been holding the gun pointed

toward Cliff's heart. He pressed the trigger automatically. But in that instant of delay, he did not change his

The bullet clipped Cliff's shoulder as The Shadow's agent launched himself into a flying tackle. The shot did

not stop the drive. Headforemost, Cliff battered squarely against Muggsy and sent the gangster sprawling on

One hand his right was all that Cliff could use. He caught Muggsy's right wrist. He forced it upward, then

rolled sidewise, in his effort to prevent another shot. Muggsy, twisting from the wall, drove a southpaw

Muggsy arose. Panting with fury, he surveyed the prone form before him. He had fired one shot now for

another then a getaway. Muggsy raised his gun. A sudden thought made him stare toward the door.

There stood a form in black. Hastening from below, The Shadow had arrived. Like a vengeful specter, he had

come to find his trusted agent, Cliff Marsland, felled by a bullet from the gun of a wouldbe murderer.

GANGSTERS had quailed before The Shadow. Not so Muggsy Wagram. His mind was surging with the heat

of murder. Burning in his fury, he snapped his hand straight toward The Shadow and pressed his finger to the

An automatic boomed. Muggsy Wagram faltered. He swayed. He seemed to have lost all power of action.

Then he tried to raise his wavering hand. It trembled. The gun was wobbling as Muggsy, with a defiant snarl,

The bullet burrowed through the floor. The Shadow's laugh replaced the finished snarl. Muggsy Wagram

crumpled; his gun clattered; his arms shot forward as he sprawled face downward upon Cliff Marsland's

The Shadow stepped into the dreary light. His form cast a grotesque blotch in the illumination of the gasoline

lantern. Gloved hands seized Muggsy's shoulders and flung the dead mobster from Cliff Marsland's form.

Cliff, though a husky fellow, was no burden as The Shadow raised him from floor. Hoisted above a black

shoulder, Cliff seemed to poise in mid air. His drooping form disappeared through the doorway.

WHEN consciousness returned to Cliff Marsland, The Shadow's agent found himself propped against the

cushions in a limousine. Padded bandages were swathed about his stinging shoulder. The car was moving

Groggily, Cliff realized that he was not alone. Then came the pressure of an unseen hand. A vial touched

Cliff's lips. The wounded man sensed the taste of a pungent, biting liquid. He swallowed.

The elixir brought new vim; but with it, a dizziness. Vaguely, Cliff repeated the first thoughts that came to his

"Marty Marty Lunk. Going out of town. Must stop somewhere somewhere before ten o'clock "

A whisper hissed for silence. The Shadow understood. Cliff's strength was needed for later speech. The

"We are stopping," was the whisper. "Enter the house. Speak to Doctor Rupert Sayre. Tell him Lamont

Cliff nodded as the car rolled to the curb. He heard a voice it seemed very far away speaking in quiet

"You will aid my friend to the door, Stanley." It was the voice of Lamont Cranston. "He is not well. He

Cliff arose as a strong arm pressed beneath his back. Steadied by the unseen hand of The Shadow, he stepped

from the door as Stanley opened it. The chauffeur aided Cliff to the door of a doctor's office.

Watching from the limousine, The Shadow saw his agent enter when the door had opened. He also glimpsed

the form of Doctor Rupert Sayre. To this young physician, the name of Lamont Cranston meant obedience to

orders. The Shadow knew that Cliff Marsland would receive attention, without question.

"Uptown, Stanley." The order came as the chauffeur reentered the front seat of the limousine. "I shall tell you

A huge advertising clock was chiming the hour of ten as the limousine passed it near Times Square. Taking

A weird laugh sounded in the darkness. Another hour of action had arrived. Necessary delay had slowed The

Shadow in his progress. Yet The Shadow knew that coming events might also linger.

Once again, the master of the night was hastening to block the moving trail of Marty Lunk.

TEN o'clock. This was the hour that Claude Jerwyn had set for Valdo's return. Later, the cadaverous schemer

Valdo and Jerwyn each was but the pawn of a shrewd worker. Valdo had carried word to Rodney Casper.

Jerwyn had sought the aid of Marty Lunk. In this conflict of pawns, Jerwyn had chosen the safer course.

To The Shadow, Valdo and Jerwyn were but of minor consequence. Valdo had led The Shadow to Rodney

Casper. Jerwyn had been the pointing hand to Marty Lunk. So far as Casper was concerned, The Shadow had

chosen a waiting game. The shrewd man from abroad had not yet shown a hand of crime. Whatever deeds he

Marty Lunk, however, was a different case. The Shadow had watched him in the past as he was watching

Casper now and had trapped the mobleader in the act of burglary. The Shadow's score with Lunk was an

The Shadow, moreover, was planning for the future. Rodney Casper was planning to seize the Spanish gems

now owned by Hampton Uhler. The Shadow could control that situation when it came. Interference by Marty

Lunk, though it might balk Rodney Casper, could likewise hinder The Shadow's plans. Elimination of the

malicious mobleader and his newly formed crew was a preparatory step before the coming climax.

The Shadow, however, had devoted valuable time to the welfare of his wounded agent, Cliff Marsland. Marty

Lunk had gained a long start. He had found ample time to reach Claude Jerwyn's before ten. Now, as that

THE side door opened. The gypsy stepped into the silent house. He advanced with catlike tread. His eyes

gleamed as he saw the light burning in the downstairs room. That light; the door ajar both were tokens of

Valdo ascended the stairs. He reached the door of Lorenna's room. A light gleamed from beneath it. Valdo, as

Lorenna's voice. Valdo entered. He closed the door behind him. Jerwyn had balked him of an earlier

interview. This time, Valdo had words to say before descending the stairs to encounter the manager. He

Lorenna replied. Her questions were eager. Valdo was explaining all. He trusted Lorenna. She was a gypsy

woman romni. The word "gajo" contemptuously whispered was Valdo's reference to Jerwyn. Then

The words ended. The woman's lips were frozen. Valdo, wheeling suddenly, stared toward the door. The

barrier had opened. Jerwyn was standing there, a shortbarreled revolver clenched in his right fist.

Entering slowly, the cadaverous man closed the door behind him. He kept his left hand on the knob, ready to

open it on an instant's notice. His gun cornered Valdo; his words, however, were addressed to Lorenna.

"Valdo tell me about thees man," returned Lorenna, trembling as she spoke. "I say to him: 'You have told me.

"I told you to stay out of here." snapped Jerwyn, turning to Valdo. "That is why I stayed up in my room. I

"I do not find you downstairs." retorted Valdo, blandly. "I come up. I see no light in your room. I come here

"So that's it, eh?" Jerwyn was half convinced. He lowered the revolver. "Well I'll let it pass." He dropped

his tone to a hoarse growl. "Where is the money this good gentleman sent? You have it?"

"What?" Jerwyn's eyes blinked. The man seemed stupefied. "I told you not to come back until you had the

"It is this way." Valdo's explanatory tone was confident. "He has sent for the money. Far away to Europe. It

"Yes?" snarled Jerwyn. "I thought a Rom would keep his promise. You are a liar, Valdo worse than any

The challenge was too much to the gypsy's pride. Valdo, his point halfgained, made a gross mistake. His

"Yek Rom" Valdo stared fiercely "he will always do what he say except when gajo "

Jerwyn might have missed the inference but for Lorenna's frantic gasp to Valdo. The woman had completed

"Gajo," repeated Jerwyn, raising his revolver. "That means me, eh? You keep your promise except when I

"All right," resumed Jerwyn. "If you want a show down, I'll let you have it. You think I've doublecrossed

you. I have. I've got men here three of them and Marty Lunk is one. Do you know why? To kill you,

"This crook you're working for may be smart. I didn't think it when he passed over five grand for my asking. I

"I was going to take the dough and let you take the bump. Now you show up without the cash. That smart

crook is wise at last. Wanted you to sound me out and then come back to him. Well you aren't going back.

Jerwyn grinned as he gestured with the gun. His left hand was still clinging to the door knob. Although

armed, Jerwyn was taking no chances with the gypsy. A whelp of crime, Jerwyn lacked the murderer's nerve

"Now I've told you." Jerwyn found braveness in his own snarl. "Now let's hear you squawk. I'll let you go if

you tell me where I can reach that smart crook. Maybe he's got more than thirty grand. I'll divvy with Marty

"You think that I will tell?" Valdo's prompt reply was disdainful. "You say, that you will kill me even if I

JERWYN scowled. He had overplayed his hand. Valdo's logic was indisputable. So long as the gypsy refused

to reveal the name of Rodney Casper, Claude Jerwyn would be balked. Jerwyn, confronted by a dilemma,

He could not keep Marty Lunk waiting. Already, he had passed the word to the gangleader. Lunk and his men

had promised to murder Valdo and remove the body. But the gangleader, now that he knew that Hampton

A sudden thought occurred to Jerwyn. He knew a way to make Valdo talk. A sure way one that was

"You will not tell me, eh?" questioned Jerwyn. "All right, Valdo. I am giving you one minute to speak. Then

To back his cowardly threat, Jerwyn began to draw upon the door knob. This was to indicate that he was

about to call for murderers. At the same time, he gestured with his revolver, pointing toward Lorenna, who

The action produced an unexpected result. The movement of the gun drove Valdo to maddened rage. The

threat against Lorenna the brief opportunity that came to Valdo himself; they were sufficient. With a wild

Frantically, the cadaverous man turned his gun to meet the gypsy. He fired as Valdo struck his arm. The shot,

diverted upward, was buried in the ceiling. Valdo's free right arm came swinging from his jacket. Jerwyn,

twisting loose, fired again. His nervous trembling hand was too slow with the trigger.

Valdo's left cracked Jerwyn's right. The shot went wide. A knife gleamed in Valdo's right fist as Jerwyn

swung to make a third aim. Before the cadaverous man could shoot, Valdo's hand swept upward. The fist

Face upward, the knife handle sticking from his breast, Claude Jerwyn had fallen victim to the man whom he

had come to slay. Lorenna, gasping, stared wildeyed at the dead form. But Valdo, Jerwyn disposed of, had

Seizing the revolver from the floor, the gypsy sprang toward the door. Three shots a knife thrust in less

THE door swung open as Valdo yanked the knob. Up came the gypsy's gun, squarely toward a pair of blazing

eyes that seemed to burn from the darkness of the hallway. For an instant Valdo faltered.

The gypsy had expected human foemen. He had not looked for a monstrous form of black. The Shadow had

An instant's hesitation that was all that Valdo showed. Then, considering all whom he met as foemen, the

gypsy snarled as he jabbed his finger to the trigger of the gun. Swifter than the movement of Valdo's hand

Charged with the weight of an automatic, the heel of The Shadow's fist struck Valdo beside the jaw. The

gypsy spun sidewise. His form rolled, to Lorenna's feet. The fortune teller, screaming, dropped to see if

The Shadow had swung back into the hall. Valdo's attack had told him of a coming danger. His action was

Marty Lunk had heard the shots, crouching with his gangsters on the stairs to the little attic. Claude Jerwyn

had told the gangleader that Valdo carried no revolver. Marty had supposed that Jerwyn had slain Valdo

But Jerwyn had not returned. Suspecting trouble, Marty had ordered his henchmen forward. The flashlight

was high in the gangleader's hand above the heads of the gorillas, who held revolvers. The rays revealed an

Flame spurted from an automatic. The echoes of The Shadow's shot thundered through the low passage. With

those reverberations came a scream, as the glare of the flashlight vanished. Picking the torch as his first

With that shot, The Shadow dropped to the floor. Rolling on his back, he held his automatics almost at arm's

length above him. Revolver shots zimmed as the gorillas answered the opening shot.

The automatics spoke. Head backward, the master marksman picked the flashes that told where his enemies

had crouched. The mobsters, shooting for the bursts of The Shadow's guns, were high. They aimed for where

his body should have been. Only clenched fists were there. These were targets that they missed.

The fusillades were brief. The barks of revolvers ended. The automatics ceased their roaring dirge. Rolling to

his knees, The Shadow arose and moved along the hallway. A tiny flashlight twinkled. Two bodies showed

Where was the mobleader? The Shadow's light showed the stairs. The light went out. Creeping softly, The

Shadow moved upward step by step. No ears could have heard that stealthy approach.

The top was reached. The dim outline of the skylight showed. The Shadow pressed the heavy barrier. It had

been jammed tight from the outer side. The Shadow laughed weirdly. Prying with terrific strength, he forced

IN Lorenna's room, Valdo had raised himself against the wall. His hand upon his jaw, the gypsy stared at

Though groggy, Valdo understood. "You have killed him" such was Lorenna's statement. Valdo, though he

had fought in self defense, could see the danger of remaining. He staggered to his feet.

With Lorenna guiding, Valdo reached the stairs to the first floor. The gypsies descended. The side door

The figure of The Shadow reappeared at the door of Lorenna's room. Once again, Marty Lunk had eluded the

master fighter's toils. The gangleader had fled, leaving his henchmen to battle with The Shadow. The fray had

ON the back street, cars were pulling away in response to Marty Lunk's order. Sirens were whining from a

distance. Some one must have heard the shots at Jerwyn's. The police were coming.

The Shadow, still standing in the room where Claude Jerwyn lay dead, heard the same distant shrills. The

A soft laugh echoed through this room of death. The Shadow whisked toward the hall. His tall form ascended

the steps to the attic; his shape appeared ghostlike as it passed through the skylight to the roof. The Shadow,

Five minutes later, detectives had entered the house. Patrolmen had been ordered to search the neighborhood.

The action was too late. Valdo and Lorenna had escaped. Marty Lunk had fled. The officers, as they began

their search, failed to glimpse the fleeting form that issued from a vacant house on the street in back of

Stanley, dozing at the wheel of the limousine, jumped up as he heard a voice through the speaking tube.

Parked more than a block from Jerwyn's, the big car had been out of the path of the approaching police.

But the quiet tones of Lamont Cranston were clear in Stanley's ears, for the chauffeur had tilted his head

beside the speaking tube. Nodding, he started the car as he caught the repeated words:

A soft laugh sounded in darkness as the limousine rolled from the curb. The Shadow was planning for the

One meeting would be with Rodney Casper. The other would be a new encounter with Marty Lunk.

A LARGE sedan was climbing a road above the West bank of the Hudson. A chauffeur was at the wheel.

Three people were in back. One was Rodney Casper; the others were Howard Laustin and his daughter,

"You're quite an enterprising chap for a Britisher," chuckled Laustin, as he spoke to Casper. "Last night, you

called me at half past nine, suggesting that I communicate with Uhler. At ten, I called you to tell you that I

had arranged the trip. Now I learn that you checked out of the Hotel Gardley at eleven. And here we are the

"Nothing remarkable about it," smiled Casper. "I learned that I must leave New York early next week. That is

"I waited in until I heard from you at ten. You were prompt, in your long distance call to Mr. Uhler. Right

after that, an old friend called me. He suggested that I meet him at the Hotel Goliath. So I checked out at the

"Good logic," laughed Laustin. "Well, young fellow, we are getting ourselves in for a rather riotous party."

"Uhler is holding a shebang tonight. One that will probably last until daybreak."

"No." Laustin smiled at Casper's anxious tone. "The burghers of Theswick. Uhler gives them a blowout every

now and then. But they will all drift out before the quiet Sunday morning has half begun."

Casper settled back more comfortable. He lighted a corktipped cigarette. Laustin chuckled.

"I thought the first part of that announcement would jolt you," said the manufacturer. "Of course there will be

no chance to speak to Uhler about his gems. That subject must be taboo until tomorrow.

"These local people are a fast lot with whom Uhler mingles only on occasion. They know nothing, of course,

about his valuable collections. In fact, I have had Shirley leave her pendant at home. I am afraid people might

"I don't like to be without it," asserted Shirley. "You know what the gypsy woman said about it, father. She

told me it was an amulet; that it would protect me from danger if I wore it constantly. She said it would mean

"That is all folderol, Shirley," interjected Laustin. "If you need protection, you can rely on me. Or, if I am

"The honor would be a most acceptable one," remarked Casper, with a bow to Shirley.

"It is yours, then," returned the girl with a smile. "I may have to rely upon you, Rodney. Father will not be at

"I must come back to the city," explained Laustin. "I am leaving Uhler's shortly after noon. I shall be back at

"I hope so," replied Laustin, "unless he has started on another of his globe trots. When I called him this

"I almost forgot to tell you about it!" spoke the girl's father. "I read something about that gypsy woman in this

Shirley's eyes opened. Rodney Casper seemed surprised. Laustin settled back to tell the details.

"There was a fight at Jerwyn's house," he declared. "The man was found dead a knife thrust to his heart.

"She has not been found," stated Laustin. "They think that she escaped. But the whole affair is a mystery."

"The gangsters," declared Laustin, "belonged to a group which the police believe was headed by a man called

Marty Lunk. He is the fellow whom they want for burglary. He was nearly trapped, not long ago, robbing the

"Where is the mystery then?" quizzed Casper. "The motive is plain. The gang must have come there to rob

"Gypsies frequently have money," explained Casper. "They are a thrifty race. The fortune tellers, in

particular. I remember them as a boy, in England. Traveling with their wagons, hoarding the shillings that

"Yes," agreed Casper. "Possibly the woman had saved several thousand dollars. No gypsy would ever use a

savings bank. That is why I say there was no mystery. The gang must have picked the place as an easy one to

"The knife is the mystery," stated Laustin, wisely. "Jerwyn was Madame Lorenna's manager. If he had been

protecting the woman, he should have died from bullet wounds. But a knife must "

"No." Laustin spoke sagely. "That is where the police are to be commended. They are sure that no woman

"A rather good one," answered Laustin. "I read the account most thoroughly. The best detective in New York

"The side door of the house was open. Cardona thinks that gangsters entered there. They captured Jerwyn and

stabbed him. They did that to place the blame upon Madame Lorenna, whom the police believe was not at

home. But the knife thrust was too deep." Laustin chuckled. "A smart detective, Joe Cardona! The best on the

"A good explanation for the knife," commented Casper. "But it doesn't account for the dead gangsters."

"Cardona found the skylight open," added Laustin. "He believes that other gangsters came in from that

direction, to demand a share of the spoils. The two bands fought. It is logical."

"I still am anxious about Madame Lorenna," insisted Shirley. "Hasn't she come back?"

"They are watching for her," replied Laustin. "But I don't think they will find her. If she has all that

marvelous power, she should certainly be able to tell that the police were about."

RODNEY CASPER was thoughtful as the car rolled along. He knew the true details of Jerwyn's death. The

Casper, despite his pretense to the contrary, had read the morning newspapers. He had noted Cardona's

theory. It sounded credible. Yet Valdo had spoken hazily of a strange intruder of a black arm that had

There was mystery here a puzzle that remained unsolved. Could it be that another man was in the game?

Casper realized suddenly that his silence was attracting Shirley's notice. He smiled and nodded as the girl

Half a mile away, a stone mansion showed in a clearing, above a sloping bank. Beyond that was a precipitous

The house was lost from view as the car swung among thick trees. The machine coasted down an easy grade,

through a winding road in the woods and suddenly rolled out in front of the house itself.

A SERVANT was standing on the stone portico. He entered the house as he saw the car approaching. When

the automobile had stopped and its occupants were alighting, a huge man appeared from the mansion.

Rodney Casper stared at the bulky figure. Six feet six, his frame proportionate in size, this man looked

powerful despite his age, which Casper estimated as close to sixty. A broad face was fronted by a large gray

This gave the man's features the fierce appearance of a walrus; with it, the firmness of a military commander.

Howard Laustin was introducing his daughter to the fellow; now Rodney Casper approached to grip a

"Mr. Uhler," said Laustin, to the big man, "this is Rodney Casper. He is the gentleman I spoke about last

Hampton Uhler rumbled a basso greeting from his muffling mustache. Rodney Casper nodded in return.

A big paw clamped in friendly fashion upon Rodney Casper's back. Like a pygmy beside his host, Casper

Rodney Casper withheld a shrewd smile. This was the meeting that he had awaited. He had found the man

Huge though Uhler was; keen though the man seemed Rodney Casper was sure that craft and cunning

would prove too much for him. Already, Valdo's sponsor could see the glimmer of the jewels that he had

Passing servants husky fellows who looked like trusty aids; walls of stone and shuttered windows. These

were objects which Rodney Casper noted with approval. He was counting on them to hold off invading

Yet in his shrewd inventory, Rodney Casper had forgotten an important subject. He was thinking no more of

The Shadow unknown to Rodney Casper was another who could work well from inside. His hand was to

SUNDAY noon. Rodney Casper, seated alone at a mammoth dining room table, was enjoying a breakfast of

bacon and eggs. A solemnfaced servant appeared, bringing a cup of steaming coffee.

Casper reached for cream and sugar. He heard footsteps beyond the table. He looked up to see Shirley

"Hello, sleepy," she laughed. "Or was it the effects of Mr. Uhler's beverages that kept you in bed so late?"

"Lack of sleep," returned Casper, as the girl seated herself opposite to him. "I stayed up until dawn, helping

"I arose at nine," said Shirley. "I had breakfast with father. He and the chauffeur left for New York. They will

"The party, last night," observed Shirley, resting her chin upon her hands, as she placed elbows on the table,

"was quite boring. So far as the local talent was concerned, I mean. You were really wonderful, Rodney."

"Don't you remember?" Shirley's tone showed disappointment. "It was after father had turned in early. One of

"And I pitched the bounder off the veranda." Casper sipped at his coffee. "That was nothing. He landed in a

"But he didn't come back to start another row, did he? You're a great chap, Rodney."

Shirley Laustin smiled. She had come to like this young man who was her father's friend. She waited,

expecting Casper to make some further comment. When none came, Shirley made another remark.

"It was like you, Rodney," she said, "to help those befuddled guests on their way home. Father was right

Mr. Uhler throws heavy parties. What happened to that fellow who went to sleep in the shrubbery?"

"In back of the veranda. I heard you talking to him. Rodney. Don't you remember? It was before father went

to bed. You were sitting on the stone rail at the back of the veranda, smoking. I could see you from the living

room. Suddenly, you dropped down from the rail. I went out to see what was the matter."

"I heard you talking, Rodney. Some man was mumbling replies. You called him by a name, I thought. What

"Valdo?" Rodney Casper set down his cup. He leaned back in his chair and laughed. "What an imagination

you have, Shirley! That was some poor chap who tumbled off the veranda and couldn't find his way back. I

dropped down to help him. I was saying: 'Come on, old fellow, old fellow' and he was still trying to find his

"So that was it," laughed Shirley. "'Old fellow.' Of course. That's what you would have said. But to me it

"Where is our host?" questioned Casper, changing the subject. "I haven't seen him since I came down stairs."

"Still asleep, I suppose," replied Shirley. "We are alone down here except for the servants and what a lot

"I think they must work in shifts. They're like goldfish in a bowl. Every time you try to count them, the total

Rodney Casper smiled. The girl's description amused him. Rising, he glanced at the window. His smile

"A wonderful day," he remarked. "I think I shall go out on the veranda and take a look at the river. I'll be a bit

CASPER strolled from the dining room. He crossed a broad hall, passed through the living room and stepped

out on the veranda. This was on the higher side of the house. The slope was gentle below the porch.

Lighting one of his favorite cigarettes, Rodney Casper stared at a clump of shrubbery at the back of the

Last night, Casper had chosen this rail to make himself conspicuous. He had expected a visit from Valdo it

Casper had congratulated himself upon dropping, unseen, from the rail. Today, he had learned that Shirley

Laustin had seen him. More than that, the girl had overheard his calling the gypsy by name.

Casper's scowl ended. The man shrugged his shoulders. After all, he had passed over the event with credit.

The question came at Casper's elbow. The young man turned to see Shirley Laustin standing beside him. A

"I was studying the river," remarked Casper. "Noting its resemblance to the fjords that one sees in Norway. I

believe, Shirley, that I shall take a stroll down one of those precipitous paths toward the Hudson.

"I would invite you" Casper paused to eye the girl's light, highheeled shoes "but I am afraid that you

would require heavy boots. I am a great believer in morning exercise. So, if you will excuse me "

"I won't," interposed Shirley. "I have a better plan. You can take your walk later. Come out to the front of the

Reluctantly, Casper followed. Shirley pointed to a trim roadster. The top was down. She urged the man to

enter the car. Casper obeyed. Immediately, the girl scrambled to the wheel, pressed the starter and put the car

"You'll see," replied Shirley. "Dandy little car, isn't it? Mr. Uhler told me last night, that I could use it. It's the

Casper settled back. They had reached the gates; the girl was taking a road to the right. Casper decided that

SHIRLEY was picking rambling roads. They were lost in a maze of woods. Apparently, the girl was

following some course that had been explained to her. The car passed an open space on the right. Casper

caught a glimpse of Uhler's house, less than a mile away. He realized that the course had brought them in a

"This must be it!" Shirley exclaimed, a minute later, as a clearing appeared. "Now you'll see where we're

going. One of the servants told me about the place this morning. The gypsy camp!"

Before Casper could utter a word, the car was out of the woods. Shirley applied the brakes and came to a stop

"All out," decided the girl, shoving Casper ahead of her. "Come on we're going to see the gypsies."

"Don't disturb them," protested Casper. "They are odd folk. They do not like strangers "

"Look!" Shirley grasped her companion's arms. "In front of that tent. It's Madame Lorenna! Come we're

The girl hurried forward. Casper, chewing his lips, saw her approach a gypsy woman. Shirley was right. It

A stooping man looked up. He beckoned with his hand, as he pointed to a tent beside Lorenna's. Casper

nodded. It was Valdo. This was the destination that Casper had really chosen for his stroll. His mention of the

Casper knew that he must talk to Valdo now. They must plan to keep Shirley quiet. He had promised to see

Valdo before the coming night. This would have to be the opportunity, while Shirley was talking with

Valdo had entered his tent. Casper, easing his pace, strolled in that direction. He noted the faces of gypsies as

he passed. Men women children even the mules that traveled with this assorted company seemed to

There was one exception. A tall gypsy, standing at the next tent to Valdo's, gazed steadily in Casper's

direction as the visitor passed. Rodney Casper did not observe the keen face of the silent Rom who watched

The gypsy's face was most unusual. A chiseled profile; a hawklike nose; steady, motionless expression it

was the visage of a living, burnished statue. Most remarkable of all, however, were the eyes that peered from

Gypsy in garb, gypsy in color, none would have taken this silent watcher as other than a member of the

But those eyes to those who knew would have given a different identity. The eyes of the tall gypsy were

Valdo was speaking in Spanish. Rodney Casper nodded with approval as he stood within the little gypsy tent.

"Speak thus, Valdo," he replied, in the same language. "None can understand us. Some of your tribe may

"But not Spanish, senor." Valdo shook his head and showed his teeth in a gleaming smile. "All are Rom; but I

"Last night, perhaps. But you were wise, senor. They would not strike while many people were at the house.

"I can only guess, senor." Valdo, as he raised his fingers, reverted to gypsy dialect: "okhto, enea, desh" then,

Rodney Casper nodded. Eight, nine, or ten. A formidable band should the crooks gain entry to the house,

"I shall move about," assured Valdo. "I have two men they are Czigany who will watch from beyond that

porch. In the woods, senor, will be the others. When I come to my two, they will go to bring the rest."

"Good. We must work early, by ten o'clock if possible. There will be no guests tonight except Laustin

who will be back at nine, I feel sure. Half past nine that is the time, Valdo, unless I signal from the upstairs

"She brought me," returned Casper, with a wry smile. "Worse than that, she recognized Lorenna. This girl is

"All is well, then, senor. If she is a friend to Lorenna, you may be sure that Lorenna has also spoken to her."

CASPER stepped from the tent. Shirley Laustin was not in sight. The young man beckoned Valdo to follow.

As he turned, Casper noticed the tall gypsy standing by the next tent. He wondered if the fellow could have

Next, he noted the man's profile, as the gypsy stared across the camp. The features seemed oddly familiar; yet

Casper, keen though his observation was, never thought of connecting the gypsy with Lamont Cranston.

"When I brought our band here, from in New Jersey," explained Valdo, "he joined us. That was yesterday. He

"He is of the Ziegeuner. From Germany. He speaks different from the rest. This tribe has Czigany, Zingaro

"Si, senor. They do not speak Romany well. Tacho romani jib the old language they have lost it in

Casper was nodding; his head toward the ground. Another idea occurred to him. He pushed the gypsy back

into the tent. Drawing a telegraph blank from his pocket, Casper began to print a message.

"Give this to one of your men, Valdo," ordered Casper. "Here" he drew coins from his pocket "is the

exact amount. Have your man take it to the station. The office closes at half past eight. The agent will be

"Your man will push this through the window. He will say 'Telegram' that is all. Then he must go before

Casper peered from the tent. He made a quick parting gesture to Valdo; then stepped through the flaps.

Shirley Laustin had come from Lorenna's tent. The girl appeared solemn as she saw Rodney Casper.

Together, they walked back to the roadster. Shirley took the wheel and drove slowly away.

"I strolled about while you were talking with Lorenna," spoke Casper, in a casual tone. "I looked into some of

"Lorenna's furnishings are turkey red," replied Shirley. "So trivial compared with those she used to have. Yet

"But she was worried because I did not have my pendant. She told me it would mean great danger soon."

Rodney Casper laughed. He seemed in good spirits, in contrast to his mood earlier in the day. Shirley Laustin

THEIR host was about. Hampton Uhler, gruff and domineering, was barking orders to his servants as they

entered. Seeing his guests, the man with the big mustache calmed a bit. He invited them to walk about the

Rodney Casper, looking across the lawn, kept eyeing a clump of thick trees beyond the lowest corner of the

house. He recalled that Howard Laustin had mentioned that spot. The window of Uhler's strongroom was

visible from there. But Casper doubted that Jerwyn could have gained and passed along that information. He

Dinner was served at dusk. Rodney Casper was convivial. His pleasant chatter brought many guffaws from

Hampton Uhler. Yet all the while, Casper was playing a part. He was studying Uhler's servants, sizing them

Also, he was thinking of events outside the house of the clump of trees the woods where the gypsies were

to be of the gangsters lurking in the gloom. Then the telegram; and finally a thought that he could not

Dinner ended; Uhler and Casper lighted cigars. They sat chatting in the living room, while Shirley was silent

"Shirley is worried," responded Casper, promptly. "She has been promised bad luck."

SHIRLEY stared toward Casper as Uhler spoke. She could not understand why Casper had deliberately

"Some fortune teller talked to her," smiled Casper, avoiding Shirley's glance. "Told her that unless she wore a

"An amulet?" Uhler pricked up his ears. He turned to Shirley. "A jewel? What was it like? Not "

"The pendant that you sold to father," declared Shirley. "The one with the Spanish topaz."

"From my collection." Uhler shifted uneasily. "Ah, yes. Did Laustin mention it to you, Casper?"

"He did," returned the young man, frankly. "He knew that I am interested in gems. I told him about a rajah's

jewel that I once purchased. It was a trifle, really it cost me only twenty thousand rupees. I have been

"Laustin said something about another purchase," mused Uhler, nodding. "When he arrives, we can go to the

"Father will not be here until late." remarked Shirley. "He may have been detained in New York."

"Unfortunate," said Casper. "I had intended to retire early. Last night was strenuous. I doubt that I can keep

"Because we must leave early tomorrow," returned Casper. "I am going back to England soon. I doubt that I

Uhler tugged at his mustache. Casper detected a miserly gleam in the man's eyes. Laustin had been right.

"If Laustin is not here" Uhler paused "by half past nine, Casper, we can look at the gems ourselves. You,

"I do not feel like seeing jewelry tonight," interposed Shirley. "What Rodney says is true. I am depressed."

"We shall go the strongroom alone, then," said Uhler to Casper. "At nine thirty if our friend Laustin still is

absent." Rodney Casper suppressed a satisfied smile. Again, he was thinking of complications. It was after

THE surmise was correct. A pair of touring cars had parked in an obscure spot two miles from Uhler's home.

A crew of gangsters nine under Marty Lunk's command were pressing through thickets toward the clump

At the gypsy camp, odd members of the band had slipped from view. Valdo, joining them a furlong from the

tents, was talking low, in Romany. Nods were the response. Two men the Czigany stepped aside for

The band moved forward, twenty strong. Valdo lingered, with one lone gypsy. He gave the man the telegraph

blank and the money. The fellow nodded as he heard his orders. Then Valdo, moving forth alone, took a path

Nearly a dozen mobsmen a full score of gypsies such were the groups that were moving toward the one

objective. These were the ones that Rodney Casper expected. There was another whose presence none

In an obscure tent, lighted by a single candle, a tall gypsy was opening a canvas bag. From the interior came

The cloak slipped over the gypsy's head. The slouch hat settled into place. The gloves slid over long, white

fingers. Fists, now black, thrust two automatics beneath the cloak. The second brace of weapons followed.

In the wavering candle light, The Shadow stood, a spectral monster. Only for moments was he thus revealed.

A snap of gloved fingers snuffed the candle flame. Darkness became The Shadow's dwelling.

A stealthy figure moved unheard among the wagons of the gypsy train. A few of the Rom were yet awake;

but none among them heard The Shadow's passage. Like night itself, this figure of blackness traveled forth.

Last to prepare, The Shadow would be the first to reach his goal. He had heard and understood the

Spanish conversation that had passed between Rodney Casper and Valdo in the afternoon. He knew the

methods that Marty Lunk would use; for The Shadow knew that Claude Jerwyn had learned the location of

Fabulous wealth priceless gems from a grandee's castle in old Spain! Possessions held by a man who had

Sought by an adventurer within the house itself, challenged by a mobleader with veteran gorillas at his heels,

guarded by a band of formidable servants, the fate of the gems was resting in the balance.

Uhler, with his menials; Lunk, with his mobsmen; Casper, crafty, backed by a score of gypsies ready to bring

Yet within this triangle lay another factor. A lone wolf, ready to battle alone. The Shadow had entered as a

Within the coming hour, each group would learn the terror that The Shadow could create. His hand, unseen,

was hovering above the coveted wealth, ready to pluck it from the clutch of evil men!

TWENTY minutes after nine. Hampton Uhler's mansion loomed gloomily beneath a cloudy, blanketing sky.

When this occurred, the massive mansion showed as a towered pile of gray. The waters of the Hudson

shimmered far below. Then rolling clouds swathed all in blackness. Only the dull lamps of firststory rooms

One lingering flicker of moonlight formed a patch on Uhler's lawn. It showed a gliding shade of blackness

upon the whitened grass. It might have been the trace of a moving tree branch or the sign of a straggling

Darkness again. A soft swish sounded where the moving shade had been. The sound faded, unheard. Yet that

faint token betold the presence of a living being. The Shadow, silent and unseen, was circling the lower side

The Shadow paused close to the clustered trees. Two sounds reached his keen ears. The first was that of a

form moving stealthily along the grass. A snakelike figure stopped short, as a dim trace of moonlight

It was Valdo. The Shadow, watching, observed the gypsy's outline. The crawling had ceased: Valdo, like The

Shadow, was listening to the other sound a vague muttering, from the cluttered evergreens.

"We'll take the front door." The growl was Marty Lunk's. "Three of you go in the big window on this side"

"But that door ain't going to hold us long. Not the way I'll handle it. We'll smear those mugs before they

"See that window high up?" responded Marty. "That's the strongroom. Maybe Uhler is going in there tonight.

We're waiting to see if the light comes on. If it does, we wait about ten minutes to make sure he's staying

"Then we start when some of those downstairs lights go out. But we ain't waiting long for either to happen.

Splotchy moonlight was showing. Valdo was lying low. The Shadow, however, was in motion. His tall shape

made a flickering blot as it sidled toward the house. The phantom was swallowed in the darkness of the

CLOSE to the walls, The Shadow reached the upper side of Hampton Uhler's home. Here at the rear corner,

was a jutting bastion of curving stone; its top a lookout room that commanded the river.

This was the spot that The Shadow had chosen for his entry. Mobsters were watching the lower side of the

large building; two gypsies the Czigany were close by the veranda on the upper side.

The front door was a marked spot. But this one point, unwatched and unchosen, gave the seclusion that The

Shadow wanted. Moreover, its very impregnability made it vulnerable. A window high on the third floor

such was The Shadow's goal. The master of the night knew that none within the house would ever suspect an

Suction cups were unneeded. The Shadow used them on smooth surfaces. Here was roughened stone that

offered firm hold for hands and feet. Concealed in the darkness, The Shadow began the ascent. His unseen

Then came the unexpected. Clouds, rolling apart, revealed the moon. Clear light bathed the upper side of the

stone building. Grayish walls were as plain as by day. Upon that instant, The Shadow's form came into full

sight. Monstrous, batlike, it formed the outline of a weird, unearthly creature!

A muffled gasp came from the shrubbery near the veranda. One of the Czigany clutched his companion's

arm. Wildly, he pointed to that spectral shape that showed so clearly in the moonlight.

The Shadow's arms were moving. Spreading, as they reached toward the window, they appeared like the

hovering wings of a monster about to fly. His head turned. Peering downward, The Shadow's eyes showed

The moonlight faded, obscuring the shape upon the wall. The Shadow's strong arm forced the window. His

figure entered. Another splash of moonlight it no longer showed that spectral shape. Instead, it revealed the

Czigany dashing madly from their hiding place, back toward the trees where the band was waiting.

A weird laugh sounded in the tower room. The Shadow peering toward the side lawn, knew what had

happened. Trapped by the moonlight, he had made those sweeping, batlike gestures, knowing that the

The fleeing men had reached the trees. They were blubbering to their startled companions. Words in the

"Vourdalak!" Frightened tongues took up the gasp. "Vourdalak! You have seen!" Then, from other lips came

Gripped by superstition, these gypsies had taken The Shadow for a vampire. The Czigany to whom the

legends of Eastern Europe were most real had brought the word of the monstrous creature.

To them, Uhler's mansion had become as terrible as a ruined castle in the Transylvanian mountains; one of

those fabled spots where dwelt the dead who lived! Panic had gripped the gypsy band. Stumbling through the

BACK by the veranda, a slinking man was prowling through the shrubbery. It was Valdo. Temporary

darkness had given him the chance to return hither. It was half past nine the time set by Rodney Casper.

Valdo's low voice spoke. There was no answer. The gypsy realized that the Czigany had left their post. A

Alone, the gypsy could do nothing. He had but one course. Despite the flickering moonlight, the gypsy

dashed across the lawn. His hope was to overtake the fleeing band; to learn the reason for the departure of

Another laugh from the tower room. The Shadow had seen Valdo. He knew that the gypsy had a task ahead.

The rallying of the frightened band would require many minutes. The gypsies had been eliminated for the

Marty Lunk and his mobsters. They were watching from the evergreens below the mansion. From those trees

came a growl. A light had flashed in the room upon the second floor. Someone had entered Hampton Uhler's

Waiting gorillas muttered their readiness. Marty restrained his crew. He wanted ten minutes for matters in the

house to settle. Then his attack would come. Such was the situation without the walls of Hampton Uhler's

Within The Shadow. His laugh still throbbing in the tower room, the master who had scaled the wall was

planning his next action. There had been no evidence of a signal from Rodney Casper. It was half past nine

Such was the situation of those who had come by dark. The gypsies had been routed. The mobsters were in

readiness. The Shadow had gained his first objective. But there was another who had advanced still further.

THE young man was standing by a table in the center of a squarewalled room. Against the further wall,

Hampton Uhler was turning the combination of a heavy safe. Barred windows were in evidence; the outer

Casper had gained Uhler's confidence. The millionaire had brought him here to see the Spanish gems. The

door of the safe swung open while Casper watched. Uhler's huge shoulders hunched as the big man staggered

The burden clamped down on the table. Uhler, stooping low because of his great height, inserted a key.

Casper, looking beyond, could see other metal boxes within the opened safe. He was sure, however, that this

The key twisted. The lid of the box came up. A glittering array of sparkling gems showed in the light as Uhler

stepped back from the table. With a rumbled chuckle as he displayed the hoard of wealth, Uhler straightened

It was then that Hampton Uhler paused dumbfounded. Rodney Casper was not looking at the galaxy of

jewels. Instead, his eyes were focused along the barrel of a revolver. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at

Rodney Casper had found the Spanish gems. His craft had deluded Hampton Uhler. With threatening

A PURPLISH tinge came over Hampton Uhler's face as the big man stared into the muzzle of Rodney

Casper's gun. Uhler's halfraised hands were closing; then unclenching. Then came his glance at Casper's

Nevertheless, the bulky man retained defiance. His eyes were fierce; his big mustache seemed to bristle as he

Rodney Casper smiled shrewdly. The epithet did not disturb him. Trigger under finger, he moved the gun

Uhler obeyed. Casper, sidling toward the corner of the desk, shot a glimpse toward the door. He noticed that

it was ajar. No sound, however, came from the other side. Another glance assured him that all was well. Still

"You call me a crook?" questioned Casper. "Very well. You will admit, however, that my methods are most

unusual. Some crooks are murderers; others are mere thieves. I, however, am a man of a different sort. I have

"Concerning these jewels?" sneered Uhler. "What right have you to make terms when they belong to me?"

"Belong to you?" Casper laughed. "Not exactly, Uhler. Those gems are the actual property of the Duke of

"They were yours by that right," nodded Casper, "so long as they remained within your safe. Now they are

"No. I, Uhler, am a man like yourself. One who is willing to pay a fair price for what he gains."

Uhler blinked. His bushy eyebrows raised. There has something in Casper's tone that smacked of the unusual.

"THESE gems" Casper's free hand moved above the opened coffer "were hidden in the castle of the Duke

of Almanza, near Seville. They represent the total wealth of the Almanzas, now that the noble family has lost

"The claim for the jewels was open to dispute. The Republican government of Spain, had it known where the

gems were concealed, might have appropriated them. The Duke of Almanza, a fugitive, could not return to

"The duke, however, was not the only man who knew the hiding place. A servant Mandrez knew where

the gems were located. Inasmuch as the claim between duke and government could not be settled" Casper

"I met Mandrez in Buenos Aires. I knew that he could find the gems. I offered him the sum of fifty thousand

dollars to bring me the entire collection. Mandrez gave me his word that he would do so.

"Instead, he brought them to New York. He sold them to you obviously for a higher price than the one I

offered. New wealth, apparently, was not healthy for Mandrez. He met with unknown companions who

Hampton Uhler was sitting back in his chair. His eyes still watched Rodney Casper's face. Uhler noted an odd

"Let us forget the Duke of Almanza," reasoned Casper. "Let us forget the Republican government in Spain.

Let us remember only that the jewels lie between us; that I, the man who offered an acceptable sum did not

receive them; that you, to whom Mandrez had no right to come, are the one who paid for them."

"But Mandrez had no right to sell them," retorted Casper. "He was my agent he was not the owner of the

"I thought so." Casper nodded slowly. Mandrez would have asked for fifteen thousand more. Very well,

Uhler. I shall make my terms profitable to you. We will forget the gems that you have already sold. I am

From his pocket, Casper drew a sheaf of bills. All were of high denomination. He placed the packet on the

"An agreement between gentlemen, Uhler," stated Casper. "Count off your amount. I shall take the gems."

"Sixtyfive thousand!" Uhler's rumble was contemptuous. "Those gems are worth millions. The tiara, alone

"You have heard my terms." Casper's tone was hard. "Come, Uhler. I am waiting your answer."

"I shall take the gems. You will not receive the payment, if you have refused it."

UHLER leaned back in his chair. His guffaw came in hearty snorts. Rising, Uhler stared directly at the man

"You are helpless, Casper," jeered the big man. "To murder me would be suicide. I have six servants in this

house. All are armed. They would shoot you down before you could leave the building."

"And I," returned Casper, quietly, "have twenty gypsies waiting beside your veranda. If I am forced to kill

you, Uhler, that shot will bring them in upon your servants. My band will overrun this house. I shall be free

Uhler slumped in his chair. He knew that Casper's words were true. They had the ring of authenticity.

"That is well." Casper spoke in a confident tone. "I am glad that bloodshed can be avoided. I thought that you

Calmly, Casper placed his revolver in his pocket. The weapon was in readiness, however, a fact that Uhler

"This metal box is heavy," he remarked. "I would prefer to place the jewels in a bag. I shall leave you here

while I carry the gems to the gypsies. Or better still" Casper paused and pressed his hand to his pocket

"You don't trust me, eh?" grumbled Uhler. "Well it does not matter. However, I have no wish to make you

"You have other jewels in your safe," reminded Casper. "I am not taking any of them, Uhler. My terms are

The big man nodded, sulkily. His last opposition seemed finished. Standing, he rested one hand on the table.

"That doorway," he remarked, "is the entrance of a closet. You will find a bag there a suitable bag to take

As Casper shot a glance toward the corner, Uhler pressed a button beneath the edge of the table. A buzzing

sound; the door shot sidewise into the wall. Standing with leveled rifles were a pair of Uhler's servants.

A gleeful rumble came from Hampton Uhler's lips. The big man opened a table drawer and found a huge

revolver of his own. Caught between the muzzles of three guns, Casper stood helpless.

The tables had turned. Hampton Uhler had saved the Spanish gems for himself. It was his turn to make terms.

The fierce look on his mustached face showed his terms would differ from those put forth by Rodney Casper.

"A SMART crook, eh?" Uhler chuckled in his deep basso. "Twenty gypsies waiting for you? Well they'll

be waiting somewhere else before they hear you signal them. Outside of a penitentiary that's where they'll

"I think not," remarked Rodney Casper, in an easy tone. "There are reasons, Uhler, why I believe my terms

"Yes. Reasons that I did not care to mention. One, in particular, has occurred to me within the past few

"This room," remarked Casper," is quite unusual. Two men with rifles ready at your call. Their promptness,

Uhler, shows that you have worked this trick before. A lurking suspicion has gained credence in my mind."

"The death of Mandrez." Turning from Uhler, the young man eyed the riflebearing servants. "His body was

found in the Hudson River. It might have been carried far, Uhler, before it was dropped overboard. Say from

"Of murder! Yes. I see it now. You and your servants a band of cutthroats! You never paid a cent to

"And you," snarled Uhler, "are a thief. Who will believe your story, Casper? I shall tell the law that you came

here to steal. They will not listen to your story to your talk of Spanish gems. Your past record will be

"My past record?" There was sarcasm in Casper's laugh. "That, Uhler, is the second reason that I have not

mentioned. It is that record that will force you to my terms. My past is the reason why my story will be

"My name Rodney Casper is an alias. You will find no smirch upon it. Nor will my true name give you

"Rodrigro Calaspara!" Uhler repeated the name as though he recalled having heard it before.

"Rodrigro Calaspara," asserted Casper. "That is my true name. It is the name, also, of the present Duke of

"I am the duke." Casper's eyes were firm as they stared toward Uhler. "Mandrez was my servant. He betrayed

me even though I offered him fifty thousand dollars to regain the wealth that was rightfully mine.

"When I, the Duke of Almanza, tell my story, people will believe it. I can prove my identity. You thought me

an Englishman," Casper smiled. "My mother was English; I lived long in that country. But my father was

Spanish. He, before me, was the Duke of Almanza. I hold that title now. The title may mean nothing; but the

THE ringing words had gained their effect upon Hampton Uhler. The big man was astonished. Rodney

Casper, now revealed as the Duke of Almanza, saw the chance to press home his claim.

"I had hoped to conceal my identity, Uhler," he declared. "We in Spain are proud of our titles, even though

they may be lost. Now that I have revealed the facts, my bargain stands. Count out your money; give me my

"Mandrez was a traitor who deserved to die. We will forget what happened to him. Moreover, Uhler"

Casper paused to make this point emphatic "I can save you from great danger. Mobsmen are ready to

invade this house. Your men are needed to repel them. I can aid you with my gypsies.

"I have sent word to New York. A detective will be here. Let him find the shattered mob; let him find your

strongroom unbroken. Your men my gypsies all will be given credit. You will still hold the wealth that is

rightfully yours. I shall have my family gems fairly reclaimed from you by purchase."

Rodney Casper paused. He gazed in friendly manner toward Hampton Uhler. Only animosity was the return.

"You fool!" Uhler rumbled the words and followed with a snorting laugh. "Do you think that I will let you

live? You told the truth when you said that I killed Mandrez. I gained your gems without the payment of a

"You will go the route that Mandrez took. Into the river, from my motor boat; but your body will be more

"Mobsmen gypsies you have warned us of both. We need no aid. We will start to meet them within the

next sixty seconds. Between now and then; within one brief minute, you will find death. The truth that you

The door swung open. Into the room came Shirley Laustin. Before Uhler could raise his gun toward Rodney

Casper, the girl had flung herself between the murderous millionaire and the helpless duke.

Protecting Casper's body with her own, Shirley cried out her defiant denunciation. Uhler stood with

halfraised gun; his servants were unable to shoot at Casper without hitting the girl who blocked their

"I know all," cried Shirley. "I have been listening. I have heard. I knew the truth this afternoon. I learned it

from the gypsy woman. If you try to murder Rodney, you must kill me first, you "

"Shoot them both!" thundered Uhler, swinging to his servants. "Kill the two of them "

As rifles came to shoulders, a weird laugh rang from the door of the room. Its sinister tones were like an echo

from the beyond. Strident, sibilant mirth, it stopped the aiming servants short.

Like Uhler, the evil menials swung to face a blackcloaked form that loomed like a specter from the night.

As Uhler roared the order to dispose of this new foeman, the servants took swift aim toward The Shadow.

ONE rifle crackled with a hasty shot. That was all. As a whiny bullet buffeted the wall beside The Shadow's

sinister form, the burst of automatics answered. Uhler's henchmen sprawled upon the floor. The Shadow's

Hampton Uhler, as his henchmen turned to meet The Shadow, swung back to perform the work that had been

so suddenly delayed. The muzzle of his big revolver came cannonlike toward Shirley Laustin.

The girl went sprawling to the floor as Rodney Casper flung her clear. A sweep of his left arm had hurled

Shirley from the path of danger; his right hand, acting swiftly, brought forth the .38 that it had pocketed.

A bullet from Uhler's booming revolver skimmed the young man's arm. Rodney Casper, in motion, fired

wide, in return. A second quick shot, following from Uhler's gun, found Casper's shoulder. Staggering, the

These shots were bursting while The Shadow fought the riflebearing servants. Uhler, swinging to the door,

aimed for The Shadow's form. An automatic boomed. Uhler's gun arm dropped. The big man staggered, his

At that instant, Casper's gun barked from the floor. The aim was wide; but Uhler's own act made up for

Casper's error. The big millionaire was lunging toward the table, his left hand shooting forward to stop his

fall. The bullet from Casper's .38 reached the objective that the aiming man had sought.

Uhler's big frame skidded sidewise. It seemed to balance in midair. Then, with a whirl, it plunged backward

THE SHADOW had whirled toward the stairs. Uhler's other minions murderers all were arriving to give

battle. Automatics boomed from the doorway. Tumbling forms marked the precision of The Shadow's aim.

One man sprawled at the head of the steps. A second slumped beside him. A third went hurtling backward,

clutching wildly at the balustrade. The fourth, screaming in terror, dashed madly for the safety of the dining

A weird laugh came in bursting mockery. It was The Shadow's triumph cry. Hampton Uhler, murderer, had

RODNEY CASPER was leaning on the table in the strongroom. Shirley Laustin was beside him. Before them

lay the open coffer. Its wealth belonged to the man who had come to claim it to the Duke of Almanza

Casper slammed the cofferlid. The lock clicked. Grimly, the young duke tried to raise the heavy burden.

Shirley aided him. The coffer reached the edge of the table. Casper paused to gather up the stack of currency.

Casper's left arm hung weakly. Kneeling, he thrust his right shoulder underneath the box. Clutching the

burden, with encircling arm, he staggered to his feet. Shirley, seeing his plan, gave aid with the heavy weight.

They reached the stairs. A lull had filled the house. Stumbling, while Shirley sought to prevent his fall,

Casper passed the bodies of sprawled servants. With frenzied strength, he managed to reach the floor below.

Slumping, Casper let the box roll on the floor. Shirley, stooping, tried to aid the young man to his feet. It was

At that instant came the sound of smashing glass. It was the window of the dining room. Then came a

revolver shot, snarling shouts, a cry that was a dying wail. Uhler's remaining servants had met invading

Shirley pulled open the veranda door. She called, phrasing a name that she had heard Casper speak, and

A thunderous roar from the front of the house. Marty Lunk, in his double attack, had blown the front door.

White smoke curled in through the hallway. Shirley, fearing for Rodney, dashed back to the spot where the

"The revolver" Casper coughed the words as he half rose from the floor "my pocket Shirley keep

The girl gained the gun for which Rodney Casper was fumbling. She placed it in his right hand. Ready to

support him if he faltered, Shirley waited by Casper for the attack that was to come.

CHOKING smoke had settled. Looking across the hall, Casper could see a mobster peering from the dining

Then came a snarl from the front door. Tramping footsteps marked the entrance of the mobsters. Marty Lunk

and his crew were heading for the stairs. Shirley gripped Rodney's arm. She hoped that he would not reveal

himself by another shot. She was too late. Rodney fired wildly. A gorilla spun and saw him, through the

Up came the gangster's gun. In answer, a burst of flame spat from a niche at the bottom of the stairway. The

It was The Shadow. Rising from his hiding place, the blackgarbed master opened further fire. Marty and

two gangsters had hurried up the stairs. The others were starting to spread on the first floor.

Like the turret of a monitor, The Shadow blazed shots as he turned to stop the startled mobsters. Attacking

almost from the very center of the spreading gang, The Shadow caught the gorillas unaware. Instinctively,

they ducked for cover to the dining room; back to the front door; to a little music room in front of the living

One man only bounded toward the living room itself. This time, Rodney Casper steadied. His revolver barked

a direct shot. The mobster sprawled, less than three feet from where Casper waited.

The Shadow had dropped back to his obscure spot. Somewhere in the darkness of the short side hall, he was

delivering timely shots that kept the sniping mobsters under cover. It was a stalemate between The Shadow

and half a dozen gangsters, while Marty Lunk and a pair of aids were rifling the strongroom where Hampton

As Rodney Casper half arose, figures appeared from the veranda door. Valdo, his face gleaming grimly in the

"We are ready, senor," came Valdo's soft reply, in Spanish, "my men are about the house. Come, when you

He motioned to two gypsies. They lifted Casper toward the veranda. Shirley followed, while another pair

picked up the coffer that contained the Spanish gems. At intervals, gunshots barked from the hall and the

room that were adjacent. These were tokens of the sniping duel between The Shadow and the lurking

Then, as Valdo and four gypsies were creeping toward the hall, there came the sound of a strident laugh.

COWERING gangsters edged back as they heard that taunting tone. Advancing gypsies stopped short,

To mobsmen, that was the token of a master battler, one whose bullets came with deadly aim. To the gypsies,

it was the recollection of a weird shape upon a gray stone tower a form that they had taken for a vampire.

There was purpose in The Shadow's laugh. He had known that the gypsies would return. He had heard their

whispered voices from the living room. This was the moment that he had awaited the time for the end of his

His sinister merriment was well delivered. It quailed the mobsters, for the moment; the next act came with

further purpose. As the Shadow leaped from darkness, his automatics broke loose with swift staccato. His

whirling arms sent splintering bullets to the doorways where mobsters crouched. It was not until The Shadow

had made a quick spin to the stairs that the frothing gorillas sprang from shelter.

Their shots were low. The Shadow had not stopped. Sweeping upward, his course seemed one of flight. With

elated cries, the gangsters sprang from doorways to begin pursuit. Their one goal was the stairway, where

Then came the surging gypsies. From the door of the library the closest spot to the stairway Valdo and his

closeknit band charged the mobsmen from the flank. Grim, brown faces with dangling, golden ear rings

Cries in a wild, strange jargon these were shouts that made the mobsmen turn. Then the gypsies were upon

them. Ancient pistols popped. Longbladed knives flashed through the air. Mobsters staggered. They broke

free. Then came a new avalanche through the front door. Gypsies were scaling through the shattered window

Outnumbered by the clannish Rom, the mobsters fired wildly. The Shadow, sniping, had wounded three;

Casper had floored one; the remaining four were overwhelmed by the score of gypsies.

SOUNDS of the fray had carried to the strongroom. Marty Lunk, stacking metal boxes on the table, could

hear the shouts of the triumphant gypsies. This differed from the gunfire that he had heard before. He had

"There's something phoney here," growled Lunk to the pair of gangsters with him. "Get down there. See

He paused to stare at the metal boxes. He ripped one open and saw jewels. Thinking they were part of the

One mobsman was through the door. The other was just behind him. The first gorilla stopped. He raised his

The Shadow's left automatic swung up hard against the mobster's forearm. The gorilla's wrist went high. Two

guns spoke automatic and revolver. The mobster's shot clipped The Shadow's hatbrim and flattened

The second mobster fired as he saw his companion slump. The Shadow's righthand gun spoke

simultaneously, as the cloaked form shifted to the left. The gangster's shot zimmed wide; The Shadow's

bullet, though diverted by the falling of the first gorilla, found a human mark.

It clipped the second mobster's left shoulder. Spinning, the crook leaped toward the stairs. He fired wildly at

The Shadow's fading form. The shots were without effect. No answering fire came as the mobster dashed

The Shadow knew the gorilla would not escape. As the mobster saw the gypsies, he aimed to kill. He never

fired. A knife, hurled by the hand of Valdo, was on its way. It sped deep into the gorilla's side. Sprawling, the

IN the strongroom, Marty Lunk was on his feet. He was leveling his revolver toward the darkness of the door.

It seemed chunky that darkness as Lunk watched for sign of human presence beyond.

Then suddenly came the realization that the darkness was a wall of solid black! Lunk saw the outline of a

Cursing, the mobleader tried to press the trigger of his gun. His momentary fumbling ended his one chance.

As Marty Lunk faltered, a shot ripped from the blackness. The mobleader sprawled forward on the table, his

Thrice had Marty Lunk eluded The Shadow's mesh. Luck had saved the mobleader in the past. This time,

with equal odds, Marty Lunk had fallen, without delivering a shot from his fully loaded gun.

The Shadow's laugh came weirdly from the door. The tall form stood within the light. Emptied automatics

Four guns had been needed in the prolonged fray. The Shadow, counting every shot, had saved one for the

A SWIFT sedan came swishing up to the front of Hampton Uhler's mansion. Two men leaped out as they saw

One was detective Joe Cardona. The other was a local officer whom the New York ace had called for on the

Three silent gypsies were standing in the hallway when Cardona entered. Cardona stopped short as he saw

One of the gypsies pointed toward the living room. Cardona strode in that direction. He saw Rodney Casper

lying on a couch, propped against the pillows. Shirley Laustin and Valdo were standing beside him.

"No," replied Cardona, a puzzled look on his swarthy face. "I'm Detective Cardona, from New York."

"We tried to call the doctor." declared the girl. "But the robbers had cut the wires. So we sent one of the

The squire left. He returned, bringing Howard Laustin. The retired manufacturer stared as he saw Rodney

"I can tell everything." The words came from Rodney Casper. "Better better go upstairs first. See see

"I'll stay here, father," said Shirley. "Rodney seems better. He is wounded; but he will be all right until the

The three men left. Laustin led the way to Uhler's strongroom. There they found Uhler's body, dead upon the

"But here's the fellow who got him," declared the detective, pointing to the form sprawled across the table.

"This is the fellow we've been after Marty Lunk. They stopped him this time, before he could get away

ANOTHER car had glided up to the house. It was a trim coupe. From its interior stepped a tall, keenfaced

personage, who walked with long stride into the house. He reached the living room.

"I came here alone," said Cranston. "I was too late to join your father, so I drove myself. What has happened

Cranston's hand adjusted a light above the couch. His fingers rested on Casper's shoulder; his keen eyes

"I must must talk first," pleaded Casper. "I I must tell them all that happened "

"Surely." A thin smile appeared upon Cranston's lips. Drawing a small vial from his vest, the arrival placed it

to Casper's lips. The wounded man swallowed. He felt a dizziness; then a sudden surge of strength.

The men, returning from above, found Cranston propping Casper higher on the couch. Howard Laustin was

"Let us hear Casper's story," suggested Cranston, quietly. "I understand that Uhler has been killed."

"Yes." It was Rodney Casper who spoke. His voice has firm and steady. Then, in slow sentences: "Uhler

suspected that gangsters were about the grounds. He thought they might be crooks from New York. He sent a

"To me," nodded Joe Cardona, wisely. "Told me he would like to see me personally. He said that he had

"Yes," agreed Casper. "I saw the telegram. A servant took it to the station. We did not think the gang would

strike here; but they did. They fought with Uhler and his men. I tried to protect Shirley. I was wounded.

"Then the gypsies arrived. This man" he pointed weakly toward Valdo "was the one who brought them.

Their camp is quite close by. They heard the battle. They arrived in time to finish the mob to save me

Casper's voice trailed off. The young man sank back upon the pillows. Howard Laustin, Joe Cardona and the

country squire were nodding at this logical story of the fray. Lamont Cranston stood silent, a thin smile upon

Another man came into the room. It was the physician from Theswick. He began to examine Rodney Casper's

"Shirley can substantiate Rodney's story," declared Laustin, as he placed his hand upon his daughter's

"Yes." Cardona nodded. "The case is simple enough. Only one point" he turned to Valdo "how did you

"We were dosta!" exclaimed Valdo, as he gestured. "Dosta that is many. We were bish" he spread his

"Say" Cardona paused to note the gypsy's face "I've seen you before. Weren't you the Rom that came into

"Ava." Valdo nodded. "In New York. I come to see dead man. I think he may be Rom. He was gajo."

"Ava Yes. We come here yesterday. Tonight, we hear shots like this gajo" Valdo pointed toward Casper's

couch "this rai, he say. We fight. We win. The others, they go back to camp. I stay, with trin Rom three

"This fellow is all right," assured Cardona. "You did a good job, you and your Rom. Too bad you didn't get

"I'll send for the coroner," said the country squire. "We can take these statements. They will be sufficient. Mr.

Valdo heard the words. He called to the other gypsies. He gave them brief orders in Romany. They filed out.

Cardona marched from the room; the others followed, all save Cranston. He strolled to the veranda.

TWENTY minutes later, Rodney Casper was lying alone, in the living room. The physician had dressed his

wounds, and had gone to report on the patient's condition. Shirley Laustin entered.

The girl's words were heard by keen ears beyond the door to the veranda. Shirley Laustin was speaking to

"The doctor says you can be moved to New York," said the girl in a soft tone. "You will stay at our house,

Rodney, until you are well. Every one believes your story. We will tell the same one to the coroner you, I

"All think that nothing was taken from Uhler's strongroom. I have talked to Valdo. His gypsies took the

"Especially Valdo," smiled Shirley. "Lorenna told me how his band of gypsies Los Gitanos, she called

them used to dwell on your estate near Seville, under your protection. That is why Valdo serves you."

"So your wealth is safe. Nothing will be known. And yet, Rodney Rodrigro I cannot realize our good

fortune. I still remember how miraculous it all seemed when that fight took place in the strongroom. Those

LAMONT CRANSTON'S tall form moved along the veranda. His keen eyes were studying the tower, now

bathed in enclouded moonlight. That was the tower which he, The Shadow, had scaled. From its high room

By that same tower had he left. As Lamont Cranston, he had returned, to lend his aid should complications

rise. Instead, all had been explained. Rodney Casper's twisted story had passed as perfect fact.

A whispered laugh sounded in the shadowed darkness of the veranda. It was an echo of mocking tones that

had sounded triumphant within the walls of this great mansion. That laugh had marked the doom of villains.

Men of crime were dead. Those whose cause had been right still lived. The hand of The Shadow had shown