The Shadow went to a room on the second floor.
The shadows were just going about their business, whatever it was.
Not everybody had got out, 'cause every now and then you could see a shadow go by the window.
Every time a shadow went by the window, somebody from the road shot back at the house.
The Shadow went to the left, and that was important.
The Shadow had gone far in his analysis of crime.
Just as those shadows had gone to the waiting door, so did he have to follow.
But it was true; now the shadows were going the other way.
One moment he was beside me, the next a shadow running through the street below, then gone.
The Shadow went by the side entrance of the living room.