The Shadow Page #2

Thank you. I had a wonderful time.

I'm not sure I can recall an evening as...

stimulating.

Good night, Miss Lane.

Good night, Mr. Cranston.

I like her, boss.

She's different than your usual dames.

- More than even she knows.

- How's that?

She has abilities

she's completely unaware of.

No kidding?

You gonna see her again?

- No, it's much too dangerous.

- Dangerous for who?

For me, Moe.

For me.

Someone's coming.

- What is it?

- That's just it, sir. I don't know.

I'd have labeled it a mummy case

coming from Tibet like it did.

- Mummy cases come from Egypt.

- That's right. Exactly.

Besides, the thing is metal, which

made me think it was a sarcophagus.

No. Tibetan sarcophagi were of stone.

What happened to the truck men

who dropped it off?

Gone.

It's obviously an incorrect shipment.

Call our customs broker and...

My God!

This is beautiful!

This is solid silver.

Nelson, help us take the sides off.

- What does it say?

- It's Latin.

"Kha Khan dei potestas in terra..."

"The power of God on Earth..."

"The seal of the emperor of mankind."

Oh, my God!

Temujin.

This is the silver coffin of Temujin.

Who's Temujin?

The man who very nearly conquered

the globe eight centuries ago.

How come I never heard of him?

Temujin was the birth name...

of Genghis Khan.

What was the shipper's address?

It didn't say.

Label just had the country of origin.

Let me make a telephone call.

Let me help you.

Nelson, whatever you do...

don't open it.

No, sir.

- We're closed.

- Join me...

or die.

Excuse me?

Join me or die.

This is private property.

- Your mind is weak.

- Don't come any closer.

Fall to your knees.

Put your gun to your temple.

Sacrifice yourself...

to me.

Yes, my Khan.

Oh, my God!

I can't believe it.

We were only gone for a moment.

You didn't hear me, did you?

I'm through with the beryllium sphere.

I'm just doing some underwater tests

to check pressure.

Farley, I have told you a dozen times,

we are doing energy research.

I'm not interested in any military

application of the project.

Why'd you let the War Department

pay all the bills?

'Cause you talked me into it.

I just wanted enough money to finish.

Dr. Lane, you don't think big.

If you'd only listen to me,

the world could be our oyster.

Oysters? I get a rash from oysters.

Oh! Margo.

What a beautiful dress.

And such a clever neckline.

Excuse me, Mr. Claymore,

I'd like to see my father.

So...

when are you gonna come down

and see my beryllium sphere?

I'm not interested in your spheres.

Margo.

You don't return my calls anymore.

That's not true.

- I never did return your calls.

- I know.

I can't imagine why.

It's because I don't like you.

What a fascinating woman!

Dad, I don't know how you can

work with that man.

Margo!

What a nice surprise.

- Hi.

- Have you had your dinner?

Yes, Dad. It's 2:00 a.m.

Where did you get this shirt?

You said I look good in green.

No, this is green. That's red.

Red, green.

To me, it's just a clean shirt.

Dad?

Do you believe in telepathy?

I mean, do you believe that

it can exist between certain people?

You mean mind reading?

Of course I don't. I'm a scientist.

So strange.

I've always had this feeling

that there was this...

indescribable connection out there...

just waiting for me.

And suddenly tonight, there it was.

That's nice.

What was it?

It was a man.

And I'm probably

never gonna see him again.

But why not?

I just know.

It was as though I could sense

what he was feeling.

And now I'm completely

and utterly depressed.

That's nice.

Okay, that'll be $4.45.

- What are you doing?

- Writing down the drop-off point.

You are making a record

of my destination?

Taxi commission's rules.

All right, Reilly, back her up.

That's it.

You need fuel.

Geez, I need gas.

Cut left. That's it.

Hey, thanks.

Look out!

This must be my lucky...

Call an ambulance!

Scott, you all right?

Hey, stay back! Stay back!

Help over here!

What's going on?

Inspector Cardon is in charge, sir.

He's over there.

Hey, what are you, crazy?

- Out!

- Thank you.

To the sanctum.

Go!

Come on, what are you gonna do,

park it here? Come on!

Hey, Louie, save that cab for me!

- Report.

- Our agent in the 26th precinct...

reports police investigation of murder

at the Museum of Natural History.

Murder.

Agent advises inquiry.

Understood.

I saw you as taller.

Who are you?

Shiwan Khan.

Last descendant of Genghis Khan.

You are naturally deeply honored.

Don't feel obligated to introduce yourself.

I already know who you are.

Not this temporary version of yourself.

I know who you really are.

Ying Ko.

I'm a great admirer.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Please.

It is no more difficult for me

to invade your mind than it was this room.

May I sit?

You are hurting my feelings, Ying Ko.

I should have thought you would enjoy

to meet another...

with the unique ability

to cloud men's minds.

- You were a student of the Tulku.

- Yes.

He spoke of you constantly.

But I'm afraid he wasn't able to

turn me quite as easily.

Would you happen to have

some American bourbon?

I have a bit of a taste for it.

- I'm happy to pay, of course.

- No.

Not at all.

Say, you didn't happen by any chance to...

pay a visit to the museum

last night, did you?

A wonderful collection

of Tibetan tapestries.

Grown men still shiver at your name.

You are, I have to confess, my idol.

Your raid on the village of Barga?

I studied it.

How nice. You remember it.

It rings a bell.

It was a masterstroke.

Swift, vicious, and sudden.

What genius.

So, what brings you to the Big Apple?

My destiny.

Genghis Khan conquered half of the world

in his lifetime.

I intend to finish the job.

And how do you plan to do that?

If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise.

I traveled to this country

in Genghis Khan's holy crypt...

to absorb his power.

In three days,

the entire world will hear my roar...

and willingly fall subject

to the lost empire of Sianking.

That is a lovely tie, by the way.

- May I ask where you acquired it?

- Brooks Brothers.

- Is that Midtown?

- 45th and Madison.

You are a barbarian.

Thank you.

We both are.

I know that inside you beats

a heart of darkness.

You dip into it every time

you put on that hat and cloak.

Join me.

You are Ying Ko, the Butcher of Lhasa.

You and only you deserve to be

by my side.

Together, we'll pit armies against

one another like a chess game.

We'll collect our due of pain

and we'll wash our hands in blood.

Your mouth still waters at real power.

I am offering you a chance to take it back.

Be my partner, Ying Ko.

That's not my name anymore.

But it is! Nevertheless,

still who you are, isn't it?

For the bourbon.

We will meet again, soon.

The day of the Mongol warrior...

is once again at hand.

Soon, with wings outstretched...

we fly to our destiny!

Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. America.

Flash:
Manhattan reels from yet

another report of the elusive Shadow.

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