Harry rubbed his face as he read these details. His cheeks were still sore from the punishment he had experienced. His shoulders ached, but no bones were broken. He had taken a severe beating, but with no serious consequences.
He was feeling fit now; but he had been greatly weary and sadly weakened when he had awakened in his room at the Metrolite Hotel, the morning after his journey to the old house on Long Island. He still wondered how he had been rescued from the hands of English Johnny; for his last recollection of that night was the memory of a red, leering face that had leaned threateningly above his helpless form.
Then he had received his ticket to Michigan, with the Pullman reservations that accompanied it. He had taken the train without further orders.
Once more he glanced through the account in the newspaper, searching for something that did not appear in print. Strange, thought Harry, that in this long report there was not one mention of a man called The Shadow!
For the newspapers never learned that the man who had unmasked Diamond Bert was not - could not have been - English Johnny.
THE END
