While The Shadow values the N.Y.P.D., he is also acutely aware of a leak or two in the drug task force. What he has in mind this time is too great an operation to take that risk. Even one word getting out in advance could send the entire operation underground, destroying all the hard work involved in unearthing their locations ( Read more... )

Darkness comes later on summer evenings, limiting the hours The Shadow has for his stealthiest operations. The delay of natural shadows, combined with the increased brightness of a modern city, are persistent difficulties in his work. This evening he is crouched in a heavily concealed spot amid rooftop refuse. The warehouse below him is ( Read more... )

The Twambley apartment has been turned into a makeshift sanctum, with windows well shaded, and standard bulbs replaced with ones that cast a soft blue light. There is little in the way of accommodations besides an old style thermos of coffee, two black mugs, and a set of high-back chairs facing each other. The Shadow native to the world stands ( Read more... )

Myra now had more teacakes than she knew what to do with. As such, she now made an effort to offer choices when she had her rare visits, and today was no exception. On the kitchen counter sat eight different cakes, each carefully wrapped, though a few had obviously been opened at some point. The usual places were set at her coffee table as she ( Read more... )

Myra sat in her 'new' apartment, listening to the radio and smelling the coffee brewing. This evening was a coffee evening. The Shadow was due for a stop over to discuss the events of her visit to the warehouses. She wondered if she'd hear about the brief escapade with Chaz, but let the wondering wander into nothingness as she relaxed to the ( Read more... )

She's glad for the short break she had, as it gave her enough time to inform The Chief of her impending absences, and to relax in the solitude of the new apartment. It was probably one of the quietest, and more secluded locations she's had, and she's quickly becoming appreciative of The Chief's choice in apartments. She remains in her current ( Read more... )

After the unexpected incident in Greenwich Village, Myra alias Helen Menz and The Shadow resume their stroll in a slightly different mood. With the mildest of deflections, The Shadow makes it clear he is not prepared to discuss the teen agent in the current setting. The street is a crowded one, and his advanced years make him stand out amoung the ( Read more... )

Just as with Myra, the coordinates given to Metody land him in a supply closet under the stairs. The directions that accompanied them are fairly straightforward, and room 314 will be easy to find. The building itself is slightly decrepit, but the carpeted halls speak of better days gone by. PINpointing directly into the building has robbed Metody ( Read more... )

As before, The Shadow leaves for his deceased alternate's New York as soon as he knows it's dark there. This time he goes more heavily equipped, ready for any contingency, or so he hopes. He has not discounted the possibility that the men he goes to visit may turn out to be enemies rather than allies in restoring order to that city. He goes knowing ( Read more... )

A stiff shoulder is not enough to prevent The Shadow returning to the world of his now-deceased alternate. Cloaked again in black and taking great care not to be seen, he times his arrival with the night. He wants as much time as possible for his explorations, but the cover of darkness is also of ultimate necessity. There are times when he does not ( Read more... )