At the same time, he knew that certain phases would go unanswered. He wondered where the complete answer would be found.
Cardona would have known, had he been able to visualize a blackened room, lost somewhere in the hubbub of Manhattan. The silence of that place was ended by a click. The darkness was broken by the rays of a bluish lamp that focused themselves upon a polished table.
White hands appeared beneath the spectral glare. The right was moving; the left lay quiet. A shimmering gem—The Shadow's girasol— glimmered from a finger of the hand that was temporarily idle, because of the wounded arm above it.
The right hand gathered papers. It inscribed cryptic comments upon white sheets. All, handled deftly by The Shadow's right hand, went into a folderlike envelope.
The right hand wrote upon the container. The envelope was drawn away. A click marked the passing of the bluish light. A triumphant laugh resounded with defiant mockery throughout the blackened confines of The Shadow's sanctum.
The room which The Shadow had hermetically sealed had been reopened.
The Shadow had removed Worth Varden's body. Those who had learned the location of The Shadow's sanctum were dead.
The case of Gray Fist was ended. The Shadow's envelope contained its details. Facts that The Shadow had gained would be preserved for his perusal alone.
The complete story of Landis Glascomb, the fiend who called himself Gray Fist, would rest secure among the secret archives of The Shadow!
THE END
