"From the tongue of land that led to Castle Point came a strange weird laugh that shivered into fading echoes that were lost by the lapping sound of the waves along the Hudson's shore.
It was The Shadow's mirthless knell for Peter Winstead, the mastermind who had outguessed himself for the last time!"
Another ending to a Shadow novel (not a short story this time). Again, the clew is kind of the a part of the title. Give it a go.
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