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"You've got to get hi a heavy fist on a table The detectives he bellowed the words at looked at the floor They had done their best and failed Failure nation" for the police chief, return to the hated work of pounding the pave it, could suesture of bravado to answer their chief's Gunet theet the ive you carte blanche--but get hiard millionaire in the sedate inner offices of the best private detective firm in the country The man on the other side of the desk, man hunter extraordinary, old servant of Government and State, sleuthhound without a peer, threw up his hands in a gesture of odd hopelessness "It isn't the et the man you want--but I can't promise you results--for the first time in et hi in a certain set of roo autter with a bullet in his heart and a look of such horror and surprise on his dead face that even the ambulance-Doctor who found hi man I've had in ten years," said his chief when the news caet hiet him!" From a thousand sources now the cla out for the capture of thea specter down the alleyways of the wind And still the meshes broke and the quarry slipped away before the hounds ell on the scent--leaving behind a trail of shattered safes and rifled jewel cases--while ever the claet--"

Get whoet what? Beast,shadow--the shadow of a Bat

Fro stirring the underworld like the passage of an electric spark "There's a bigger guy than Pete Flynn shooting the works, a guy that could have Jim Gunderson for breakfast and not notice he'd et" The underworld heard and waited to be shown; after a little while the underworld began to whisper to itself in tones of awed respect There were bright stars and flashing comets in the sky of the world of crime--but this new planet rose with the portent of an evil moon