Who knows what evil, lurks in the hearts of men. The shadow of Mount Cranston is a man of wealth, a student of science, and a master of other people's minds,

devotes his life to writing wrongs, protecting the innocent, and punishing the guilty.

Using advanced methods that may ultimately become available to all law enforcement agencies,

Cranston is known to the underworld as the shadow, never seemed only heard as haunting to

superstitious minds as a ghost, as inevitable as a guilty conscience.

The Shadow's true identity is known only to his constant friend and aide, Margot Lane.

Today's story, Death From the Deep. Look at the water, Captain.

Carl Meza-Milfond.

I tell you, I don't like it.

Now, Mr. McLennan, that's not good talk for a first mate.

You sound like a superstitious deck swabber.

And the elements feel kindly taught us let them be

I know Captain but five days with the sea as smooth as a skating rink

K is a bad omen well mr mr mr mcclin and perhaps we'll have a good squall tomorrow to restore your peace of mind.

For myself, I'll take anything.

What's that?

Somebody like the engine room.

That was more than a boy, Mr.

Mr. Hello.

Hello, down there.

I don't answer. Hello, hello down there. I don't answer.

Hello, Captain, we've been...

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