A laugh trailed amid the roar of the mounting flames.

Back from the corner trailed a weird triumphant laugh, marking the disappearance of the taxicab.

While eyes were staring toward the dead killer, The Shadow's laugh trailed.

From hidden lips still trailed the laugh that had startled the crooks in the darkened hall and made them turn to attempt hopeless battle.

His laugh trailed back to them, faint and cracked.

A shivering laugh trailed weirdly; its fading tone seemed to linger like a living echo.

Back trailed a laugh that seemed to merge with the upper bend of the foaming Kawagha.

But never was The Shadow visible when his laugh trailed back from the deepening twilight.

A grim laugh trailed from The Shadow's lips.

After that fleeing tribe trailed a laugh that promised disaster no matter where they went.