“Another car!” growled Cardona.
“More mobsters?” queried Weston.
The negative answer did not come from Joe Cardona. It was uttered from the car that detective and commissioner had heard. As the tail light of the moving sedan glimmered faintly past the entrance of the lane, a weird farewell betokened the departure of the master who had conquered crime.
It rose like a shuddering wail — the laugh of The Shadow. Sardonic mockery gained a swift crescendo. It burst into shivering, chilling echoes that seemed to cling amid the darkened air.
Ralph Weston and Joe Cardona stood motionless. Though the shuddering, taunting merriment had come from a friend, they could not shake off the quivering effect that it produced.
Such was the triumph laugh of The Shadow!