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take it to the country； the night before。
〃There were some cops out front when I came in；〃 stated The Shadow。 〃They looked me over pretty closely； Lance。〃
〃Some of Maclare's bunch；〃 snorted Lance。 〃He always keeps a flatfoot near here。 Sometimes two or three。 He's still sore because he never pinned anything on me。 He had to give me an alibi once； I guess he's never gotten over the shock。〃
〃Maybe you'd better steer me out by the back way；〃 suggested The Shadow。
〃The cops may be suspicious at seeing me e out so soon。 I don't want to be slowed up by an argument with a couple of dumb harness bulls。〃
Lance nodded agreement。 He opened the panel in the wall； urged The Shadow into the passage beyond it。 They followed along the passage to its end。 At the left was a large door that served as the only entrance to Lance's secret apartment； in an adjoining building。 At the right was a stairway。 Lance led The Shadow downward。
There they found a small entry； with a steel door beyond it。 The entry was dim； it was guarded by a huge bruiser who was almost the size of Jericho。 In fact； Lance had pared the huge African with this particular husky when he had viewed Jericho and admired the latter's bulk。
〃Open the gate； Boscul；〃 ordered Lance。 〃Lock it up as soon as Trig goes out。〃
〃So long； Lance；〃 remarked The Shadow。 〃Don't bother to wait。 I'd better e in this way； though； when I e back。〃
〃Give three quick raps。 Then two slow ones。 That's the signal； Trig。〃
With this information The Shadow was quite willing that Lance should wait around。 The gambler； however； followed The Shadow's suggestion and went upstairs。 That made it even better。 While Boscul was still drawing back a series of big bolts； The Shadow laid his hand bag on the floor。 Tightening in a crouch； he prepared to spring。
THE lookout must have caught some sign of the attack that was to e。 He spun suddenly from the door； his dull face lighted in a glare。 Boscul gave a snarl just as The Shadow sprang forward。 With hamlike hands； the big husky met The Shadow's onrush。
Boscul thought that he was dealing with Trig Callister。 That； perhaps； gave him more courage than he would have shown against a cloaked attacker。
Boscul beat back The Shadow's thrust before long fingers could gain the clutch they wanted。 With a fierce cry； he hurled the limber attacker across the entry。
Fortunately； Lance Gillick was too far away to hear that shout。 The Shadow had enough to do； handling Boscul。 He managed to ward off a punch that the big lookout swung in his direction。 He followed with a quick jab that bobbed Boscul's head backward； even though it failed to stagger the huge fighter。
The two locked。 Boscul's arms tightened like the grip of a python。 He hoisted The Shadow from the floor； intent upon crushing the supposed Trig Callister into submission。 Swinging one wrist free； The Shadow squeezed choking fingers about Boscul's throat。 The fellow gurgled； relaxed his fierce grip。
From then on； it was The Shadow's fight。 Gaining a footing； he beat off Boscul's clutch； drove the lookout across the floor with a series of slashing blows。 Again； they grappled； this time； The Shadow clutched Boscul as he had gripped Haija in that fight at Ruthley's。
The husky's bulk was greater than that of the Japanese； but it did not save him from disaster。 Like a mongoose overpowering a cobra； The Shadow whipped his giant antagonist headlong toward the steel door。 Boscul crashed the barrier。 He slumped to the stone floor。
Opening his hand bag； The Shadow brought out his black garb。 He donned cloak and hat； eyed Boscul while he added gloves to his attire。 The husky was groggily trying to rise。 The Shadow spilled him to one side and opened the door that Boscul had already unbolted。 The door came inward； its outer surface showed only battered wood； not steel。
Viewed from the outside alley； that door excited no suspicion。 Its steel…sheeted interior； however； made it immune to ordinary attack。
The alleyway was darkened。 The Shadow was invisible as he edged into its space。 Producing an automatic from its holster； he pointed the 。45 upward； fired two quick shots in the air。 Immediately afterward； he swung back into the entry； took quick concealment behind the opened door。
There was motion in the alley。 Pounding from the darkness came half a dozen men； with them was Lieutenant James Maclare。 The raiders were blue…uniformed police。 Their presence was explained by Maclare's own shout。
〃Keep going； men！〃 ordered the lieutenant。 〃I thought this tip…off was on the level！ Those shots were the signal we were told to wait for！ We'll have the goods on Lance Gillick this time！〃
Opposition came； as the police surged into the doorway； but it was not long…lived。 Boscul had found his feet； he tried to grapple with the foremost bluecoat。 Another officer swung a nightstick； he clubbed the groggy lookout into insensibility。 Maclare and his men dashed up the stairs； never stopping to look behind the opened door。
They found the passage to Lance's office； reaching the end of it； they saw a glimmer of light through the back of the painting。 Maclare took one look through the peep hole； then ripped through the canvas； followed by his squad。
SHRIEKS arose from the gaming room； where play had started for the night。
Croupiers were trapped at the roulette wheel； money and chips scattered everywhere as the police rounded up snarling waiters and frightened customers。
The door of the office opened； Lance Gillick peered at the scene。 He bobbed from sight； slamming the door。 Maclare leaped for it； ordered officers to slash the barrier with axes。 One of the bluecoats gave a sudden shout：
〃There goes Lance！〃
The gambler had opened the office panel； to reach the passage。 The policeman had spied him through the ruined painting。 Maclare sprang away from the office door； led the chase with a pair of bluecoats following。 Lance reached the door of his apartment； yanked it open。 Peering from the entry below； The Shadow saw another man spring out to join the gambler。
It was Beezer Dorsch。 Lance had feared that the killer would be trapped。
The police had passed the apartment door in order to raid the gambling joint； but their return was imminent。 Lance's pressing thought was to make a getaway with Beezer。
The pair dashed down the stairway； just as revolvers blasted along the passage above。 The Shadow dropped behind the door。 He let the fugitives get past； then bobbed out to follow them。 He could easily have halted the two rogues； but he had a reason for permitting their escape。
Dashing along the alleyway； Lance and Beezer ducked through an opening in time to avoid policemen ing from the front street。 The Shadow was close behind the crooks； but the clatter of their own footsteps drowned the slight sounds of his pursuit。 Lance and Beezer reached a garage； they rushed in and boarded a coupe。
By the time the coupe swung into sight； The Shadow was in a small roadster； much like the car that he had used in his last flight from the Flying Squadron。 He took up the chase； within two blocks Lance and Beezer knew that they were being tagged。
Recognizing that by the burst of speed that the coupe showed； The Shadow unlimbered an automatic and dispatched two quick shots after the coupe。 Bullets whistled close enough for the crooks to guess who was on their trail。
〃The Shadow！〃 snarled Lance； as he gripped the wheel of the coupe。 〃Lucky he didn't bag Trig Callister。 He must have barged in before Boscul had time to lock the back door。〃
〃Yeah；〃 growled Beezer； 〃and he tipped off Maclare to raid your joint。 We gotta shake him； Lance。〃
〃You bet we have to！ We don't want him to know where we're headed。〃
〃Where's that？〃
〃To Ruthley's。 Where else would be safe for you to hide out； Beezer？〃
Again； Lance Gillick was playing into The Shadow's hands。 In this pursuit； The Shadow could have overtaken the crooks as easily as he could have dropped them on the stairway。 His plan； however； called for their get…away。 He wanted them to be at Ruthley's later； for The Shadow intended an end to crime tonight。
WITHIN the next few blocks； The Shadow was prepared to slow his pursuit； to give Lance the very chance that the gambler wanted。 Once in the clear； Lance would head for Ruthley's apartment house； duck from his car and take Beezer along with him； straight to the big…shot's lair。
Oddly； luck was to trick The Shadow。 Had he ended his pursuit a few blocks sooner； all would have gone well。 However； during the last stretch； Lance Gillick became jittery。 He started to express his worriment to Beezer； then stopped short as he saw a sign that read： 〃Century Garage。〃
〃What a break！〃 ejaculated Lance。 〃Just the place for us in a pinch； Beezer！〃
Beezer recognized the sign。
〃Yeah！〃 he agreed。 〃It's the joint the boss told us about； in case we needed to use it。 Head in there； Lance。〃
Lance spun the wheel； jerked the coupe suddenly from the street； straight into the open doorway of the garage。 He shouted as he applied the brakes； a waiting garage man caught his words and yanked a lever。 A door slid open at the far wall。
The Shadow reached the front； jamming the brakes of th