The Shadow had seen those details clearly; as plainly as he now saw the turrets of the Brendaw mansion, silhouetted against the moonlit sky.

Seated in his car, The Shadow was parked just off the driveway, under the shelter of the nearest trees. His eyes were fixed upon the mansion where doom's reign had ended with a killer's death.

The Shadow's contemplation ended. His foot pressed the starter. The motor throbbed; the powerful car rolled smoothly forward. s.h.i.+ning headlights shot their beam through the woods.

From the blackened interior of the coupe came the tone of a strange, weird laugh, that s.h.i.+vered its eerie message amid the trees.

The tail-light glimmered from sight, but the echoes of that trailing mirth seemed to linger in the glade.

Such was the tone that betokened the end of crime: the triumphant laugh of The Shadow.

THE END.

36.

The Shadow

37.

Death Turrets