The Shadow!
He was a battler who fought on the side of right; a black-garbed phantom whose power lay in the fact that he was a great unknown. He was willing that others might take the credit for his victories that his hidden hand might still be free to deal new blows to crime.
As Joe Cardona lingered in the clear air, his keen ears caught a strange and distant cry that seemed wafted from the rippling waters of the Sound. A vague note that seemed like a mighty whisper, it lingered weirdly as an echo about the gables of the great mansion.
Joe Cardona knew that tone of mirth. He had heard it before, to-night. His one hope was that he might hear it again, on some other occasion when he might be beset by villainous men of evil.
A chilling sound, yet one which brought assurance to all who had fought for justice. The wavering echoes died. Their passing was the end of The Shadow’s final laugh of triumph!