The Shadow turned toward the door of the room in which he stood.

And it was as if three shadows of him turned also.

The Shadow turned to the men who still stood there in the room as if nothing at all had happened.

The Shadow turned to the left door, opened it, and looked out.

Then suddenly the sun went behind a hill and the blue shadows turned cold.

The Shadow turned his attention to the letter he had received.

The Shadow, standing by the door, had turned it on.

The Shadow did not turn on the blue light after the call was finished.

The Shadow turned toward the end door, where he expected the secretary to appear.

The Shadow cannot turn his back on such an appeal.