As the man fell, Zubian emitted a vile laugh. He flung the girl upon the floor, and with fiendish anger turned his gun toward her helpless body.
'You know too much, too!' he snarled. 'You will die! You and your lover -'
The girl's form was Iying close to the door. Virginia was rising from the spot where Zubian had thrown her.
Raising his eyes, Zubian saw the tall shape of The Shadow, framed in the doorway!
THE crimson lining of the black cloak shimmered in the light. The obscuring brim of the slouch hat merged with the upturned collar of that cloak. The eyes of The Shadow glared through the opening, as the black-gloved hand thrust its terrible automatic toward the crouching form of Zubian.
It was then that Felix Zubian saw his doom. There was no chance to treat with The Shadow. To hesitate would mean death. Death would follow his last action, but Zubian would not desist. He meant to end the life of the helpless girl who had balked him by her bravery.
As the trigger moved beneath Zubian's finger, The Shadow was sweeping forward. Unknowingly, Virginia Devaux had blocked The Shadow's aim. Her body, directly in the path of Zubian's fire, prevented the man in black from effecting a rescue by beating Zubian to the shot.
Just as Zubian fired, the girl's body was whirled aside by The Shadow's sweeping arm. The man in black was dropping to the floor, a moving target falling away from the revolver shot.
Zubian's snarl became a cry of triumph as he saw The Shadow roll upon the floor. The slouch hat was carried away by the bullet. The head of The Shadow lay obscure beneath the folds of the cloak.
In that wild moment, Zubian thought that he had slain his enemy. He did not realize that The Shadow's plunge had enabled him to escape the shot; that the black hat had alone received the bullet.
Zubian was aiming to fire further shots, to make sure of The Shadow's death; but he never accomplished that final purpose.
An arm swept upward from the floor. Behind it came those glowing eyes; but it was not the eyes that stopped Felix Zubian. He was staring into the face of The Shadow—not the disguised features of Lamont Cranston or Henry Arnaud, but the visage of The Shadow himself!
What Zubian saw there; what expression on The Shadow's countenance made even that fiendish villain gasp in horror; no one could ever know. For Felix Zubian knew his last moment of life in that fateful instant.
His trembling finger faltered on the trigger of his gun. The Shadow's unfailing hand did not yield. The last shot that was fired on that night came from The Shadow's automatic.
When Virginia Devaux recovered her senses a few moments later, she was amazed to find the room silent, and still. She arose and crossed the room to where Shelton Milbrook lay. The man opened his eyes as the girl bent over him. He raised himself to his feet and stared about the room.
The Shadow was gone; but his departure had marked the end of crime. The belt that contained the diamonds lay on the floor at Milbrook's feet. Not one stone in the precious collection had been lost.
In the center of the room lay the form of Felix Zubian. The man was dead, thwarted in his last attempts at brutal slaughter. He had failed in his final effort, this man who had faltered when he had seen The Shadow's face.
The orgy of crime was ended. Murderous men were dead. Gats Hackett, Squint Freston, Douglas Carleton, Stanford Devaux—all had perished in conflict with The Shadow.
After them had died the most dastardly of the entire crew. Felled by the final shot, Zubian had resisted to the last. It was not until all others had been slain that Felix Zubian had fallen.
His passing marked the end of The Shadow's shadow!
THE END
