The writing ended. Long hands closed the massive volume. They lifted the bulky tome; the light clicked out. Then came a laugh— sinister but triumphant — that stirred up weird echoes from the tomblike walls.
Silence followed amid the solid blackness. The book was closed. Strife was finished. The story of the four philanthropists — the strange tale of the four gold signets — those facts had been recorded in the archives of The Shadow.
THE END