ng squadron were targets enough。
From the rear； The Shadow pummeled shots along the road。 Uniformed crooks ran ahead； hoping to join the thugs who had once formed a vanished cordon。 The Shadow's aids pursued； keeping along the banks； they harried the newly routed horde and drove them off into the darkness。
Those scattered men would not soon return。 When they did； they would find their cars useless。 Again； The Shadow and his half dozen agents had routed more than a score。 The Shadow's agents held together； their task acplished； they were returning to the house； to hold it in case enough enemies rallied to attempt invasion。
THERE was one car that had remained unscathed throughout the fray； for the simple reason that it had been left alone。 This automobile had e up behind the others。 It had stopped at the mand of a man in back。 It was Director Borman's official car。 Borman had told his chauffeur to wait。
Fuming； Kirk Borman recognized all that had happened。 The pick of his Flying Squadron had been ambushed。 He wanted to get back to town again； to summon other details； particularly the group that he had left idle at Judge Benbrook's house。 With a growl； Borman told the chauffeur to swing the car about。
The chauffeur obeyed； as he swung the big car past the verge of a ditch； blackness rose from the fringe of the headlights。 The chauffeur alone saw it； he yanked a revolver and jabbed it from the window。
A slugging fist came through； swinging an automatic。 The chauffeur's cap was bashed down over his head； the man tilted sidewise； he sprawled to the roadway as the door yanked open。
Kirk Borman made a leap for the front seat。 A black…cloaked avalanche came in from space。 Springing past the steering wheel； The Shadow met the fighting police director； gloved fingers found their hold on Borman's neck。 The police director slumped to the floor by the rear seat。
The Shadow picked handcuffs from a pocket in a rear door。 They were useful items in a police director's car； The Shadow had noted them when he had ridden with Borman； in the guise of Trig Callister。 He put the bracelets on the director's wrists。 Borman offered no struggle； he was still gasping for air。
Leaving Borman sprawled in back； The Shadow dropped behind the wheel。 He stepped on the gas； shot the big car back toward town。 The tires jounced along the bumpy road； while Borman bounced helplessly about in back； striking his head against the seat and the doors； experiencing new grogginess every time he started to recover。
One laugh of triumph from The Shadow's hidden lips； then the cloaked victor maintained silence。 Sooner or later； he would meet roving units of the Flying Squadron。 They would let him pass； recognizing the police director's car。 The Shadow was traveling far ahead of any reports that would e from the battle ground where he and his agents had dealt with thugs and false upholders of the law。
In effecting his capture of Kirk Borman； The Shadow had topped off a well…planned campaign。 He had known that his presence would bring the police director to the scene outside of Westford。 The Shadow had counted upon this capture as a final stroke。
Each strategic move had succeeded。 Massed hordes vanquished； The Shadow was ready to meet Stephen Ruthley and his remaining lieutenants； to deal with them as effectively as he had with Kirk Borman。
CHAPTER XXV
WITHIN THE DEN
HALF an hour had passed since The Shadow's victory on the road。 Stephen Ruthley was standing in the center of his luxurious den； eyeing Elvin Marclot and Louis Wilderton。 The mayor and the district attorney both looked troubled； but with different reasons。
〃Kirk Borman ought to be back soon；〃 purred Ruthley； staring from a front window to study the lighted boulevard。 〃He's taken along all the men that he had posted here。〃
〃Men we posted here？〃 queried Wilderton。 〃Why was that； Mr。 Ruthley？〃
〃For the same reason that we should have had men at Judge Benbrook's；〃
returned Ruthley。 〃Any honest man is in danger； living here in Westford。 I requested guards； Borman gave them to me。〃
〃He offered to guard Judge Benbrook's house；〃 put in Marclot； taking Ruthley's cue。 〃But the judge wanted none。〃
〃Director Borman should have insisted upon it；〃 asserted Wilderton。 〃In spite of Judge Benbrook's protest。〃
〃Do not blame the police for laxity；〃 retorted Marclot。 〃If criminals were convicted in this town； we would have no need for the Flying Squadron！〃
Wilderton winced at the reference to the inefficiency of the district attorney's office。 Ruthley clapped the young prosecutor on the back； and smoothed his feelings with honeyed mendation。
〃You have done well； Louis；〃 asserted Ruthley。 〃Which reminds me。 We must soon start to the meeting。 If Judge Benbrook fails to arrive； we must do our utmost to preserve the fine spirit that he aroused。 Unfortunately； his absence will bring adverse ment。 He will no longer be acceptable as a candidate for district attorney's office。〃
〃Too bad；〃 remarked Marclot。 〃It cannot be helped； though。 Many persons doubted that Judge Benbrook could stand the strain of reappearance in public life。〃
〃We still have you； Louis；〃 resumed Ruthley； addressing the district attorney。 〃You are the right man。 Your support of Judge Benbrook won you many friends。 We shall return to our original plan； your reelection。〃
Wilderton tried to look pleased； but he was too worried about the references to Judge Benbrook's absence。 At last he decided that Ruthley was right。 It would be impossible to depend upon the judge。 Seeing Wilderton's change of expression； Ruthley strolled again to the window。
〃Kirk is back！〃 he exclaimed。 〃I see his car outside。 He must have returned while we were talking。 I suppose the Flying Squadron is still out。 I see a few of the precinct police on duty。〃
The appearance of bluecoats disturbed neither Ruthley nor Marclot。 The apartment house was not in Lieutenant Maclare's precinct。 As Ruthley stepped back from the window； the doorbell rang。 Ruthley heard Haija in the hall。 The boss stood waiting for Borman to appear。
Suddenly； Ruthley glowered； his glinting eyes denoted perplexity。 Mayor Marclot looked in the same direction and gasped。 Louis Wilderton came to his feet with a glad gasp。
Kirk Borman had entered； sober…faced and glum。 With the police director was a man whom none expected。 Borman's panion was Judge Martin Benbrook。
ERECT and firm of step。 Judge Benbrook strode to the center of the room。
While Ruthley and Marclot looked to Borman for an explanation； the judge drew a large envelope from his pocket。 From it； he drew objects that made Stephen Ruthley gape。
〃These are for you； Louis；〃 stated the judge； to Wilderton。 〃You will recognize this； perhaps。 It is a list of names that you gave to Stephen Ruthley。 Turn it over； Louis。〃
Wilderton took the crumpled sheet of paper； turned it over and saw Woodstock's name and telephone number。 Judge Benbrook mented dryly：
〃Ask Ruthley if he recognizes his own handwriting。〃
A look of understanding dawned on Wilderton's owlish face。 He blinked through his spectacles。
〃What does this mean？〃 he exclaimed。 〃You called Woodstock； after I was here； Mr。 Ruthley？〃
Ruthley's glower had faded。 The big…shot was smoother than ever。
〃I do not recall that I ever called Adam Woodstock；〃 he began。 〃In fact； I scarcely knew the man by sight。〃
〃Yet you visited him that same night；〃 remarked Judge Benbrook； coldly； 〃and left your signature upon the blotter on his desk。 Along with Woodstock's own signature。〃
From the envelope； the judge took the telltale blotter。 He gave it to Wilderton； who recognized both signatures despite their reversed form。 Smiling； Ruthley purred his protest。
〃Why should I have signed my name in Woodstock's presence？〃 he questioned。
〃On what sort of document would I have placed it？〃
〃At the bottom of Woodstock's statement；〃 accused Judge Benbrook； in tone of firm denunciation。 〃The sheet from which you clipped your signature later； after you had bluffed Woodstock into signing the statement himself。 Take this paper； Wilderton！〃 The judge unfolded a sheet and gave it to the district attorney。 〃It is Wilderto