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glowering face thrust forward from hunched shoulders. Upon that leering
countenance was a glare of triumph, plain in the glow of the city's fights.
The Shadow, by his shift to the pillar, had placed himself in full view
of
a lurking foeman; one whose arrival he had not expected. A third hand had
entered the game at the very, moment when The Shadow had needed absolute
secrecy.
The rising attacker was one whose ability The Shadow had discounted; a
man
whom he believed to be far from the trail. This foeman had not seen the other
adversary upon the farther roof. He had simply spied The Shadow and had risen
to deliver quick attack.
The Shadow recognized the new combatant's face; knew at once how
dangerous
the man could be. His own gun swinging into play, The Shadow threw aside all
caution as he launched out to stop the swift attack.
The man who had come to spoil The Shadow's trap was Nobby Kilgan. The
big-shot of Dorchester had found the black-clad foe whose career he was
determined to end.


CHAPTER XI

DEATH'S TRIANGLE

NOBBY'S quick thrust was made with definite purpose. He wanted to drill
The Shadow, point-blank, at the closest possible range. Nobby had heard much
talk of this formidable foeman; how The Shadow had seemingly dodged bullets
that came in his direction. Nobby did not intend to give The Shadow a chance.
He was coming onward when The Shadow wheeled, ready to cut loose with his
gun. It seemed impossible for The Shadow to escape the finish that Nobby had
designed for him. The cloaked fighter could neither dodge nor fire before
Nobby
came upon him. Yet; in one split-second, The Shadow found a way to meet the
thrust.
While he wheeled, he drove. Lashing from the pillar, he came like a
living
thunderbolt straight for Nobby's gun. Before the crook could halt his own
swift
impetus, The Shadow met him. A slashing upward stroke of an automatic found
Nobby's gun wrist; the jolt paralyzed the crook's trigger finger at the very
instant when it tried to tug.
The swift blow almost disarmed Nobby. At that moment, The Shadow had
rendered his enemy helpless. The fact that Nobby remained in the fray was due
to another move The Shadow made. Not sure that his clipping blow would do the
damage that it did, The Shadow twisted sidewise as he made the stroke, falling
away in case Nobby managed to fire.
The side shift gave Nobby a lucky opportunity. Still plunging forward,
Nobby made a wild grab for The Shadow's gun arm and nabbed it. Snarling as he
grappled, Nobby tried to follow up his good fortune. Regaining his grip on his