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face
grow glum. Noy was not pleased by Bursard's dodging of the issue.
There were sounds from the roof. The detectives had found Nobby's body.
One of them must have gone to report to Judge Noy, for a shout soon sounded
from the stairs.
"There's a body up here, your honor! We know the fellow! He's Nobby
Kilgan, the racketeer!"
Judge Noy smiled as he came to the bottom of the stairs.
"I am not surprised," he called back, dryly. "I thought someone had been
killed. I am glad to learn who it is."
"Shall we bring the body down?"
"Handle it as you wish. It is a police case."


THE SHADOW shifted by the window. The inevitable had arrived. The
headquarters men might be dumb, but they would certainly follow the hint that
Nobby's body gave. That glaring face, turned downward, would call for a look
over the parapet. The Shadow knew that his black cloak would be visible
against
the whiteness of the ledge.
Judge Noy had returned to the radio; his gaze was away from the window.
The Shadow had the chance he wanted - a clear path to the elevator. He edged
in
past the sill, began a noiseless glide toward the door. Traveling half the
distance; his pace retarded; slowly, he began to sag.
With an unobstructed path ahead of him, The Shadow was failing. The jolt
that he had taken in his fall was having its aftereffect. The Shadow gripped
the back of a chair to steady himself. The casters slipped on the polished
floor.
As the chair scraped, The Shadow barely managed to hold his balance.
Judge
Noy heard the sound, sprang about from the radio.
The jurist's eyes showed instant alarm. He was about to raise a shout;
then realized that he was too far from the stairs. Reaching in his pocket, the
judge fumbled and nervously produced a .22 revolver. He aimed the weapon
toward
The Shadow, but his finger could not find the trigger in its hurry.
The Shadow had steadied. With a painful effort, he stepped from the
chair,
managed two long strides that brought him face to face with Noy. Before the
judge could draw away, The Shadow's hand came forward, closed in a fist upon
the fingers that held the revolver. Judge Noy found himself staring into a
pair
of burning eyes.
A whispered voice spoke; its tone was clear despite the talk that was
still coming from the radio. The grip of The Shadow's hands, the words that
came from his lips, caused a flash of understanding from Judge Noy's eyes.
Keen in analysis, long experienced in dealing with men, the judge
recognized at once that The Shadow was a friend. Moreover, he seemed to
understand that this stranger from the darkness could answer certain riddles