convalescent who was propped in a chair by the window. The one to whom Harry talked
looked much like Commander Joseph Dadren. For The Shadow, foreseeing complications,
had donned his former make-up while riding into Washington with Cliff Marsland.
Harry had learned the details of Dadren's visit from Vic Marquette. He related the story to
this patient by the window. Stern lips that looked like Dadren's emitted a soft, whispered
laugh.
The last touch had been delivered. The Shadow's triumph had been gained. But his part
remained unknown, save to those few whom he knew would keep the secret of his hidden
might.
Again, while his keen eyes peered toward the city beyond his window, The Shadow
laughed.
THE END
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