Grant, Maxwell - The Shadow 105 - The Yellow Door by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Detective, Mystery, Crime, Suspense, Adventure, Thriller
Publisher: Street & Smith Publications
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

HOLDING his revolver, Krode broadened his evil grin. Stepping over Weasel’s body, he seized a small package that lay on a table in the inner room. With quick step, Krode headed for the doorway to the hall.

Hearing a sound beyond the door, the killer paused. He waited for a few seconds, then yanked the door open and sprang out into the hall. His move was a smart one. Krode was in time to spy a man peering from a corner by the elevator.

It was Cliff Marsland. The Shadow’s agent had arrived just after Krode’s shots. From the hall, Cliff had heard Krode’s approach. He had backed toward the corner, to await the killer. Krode’s yank of the door had come just as Cliff ducked from sight and looked back.

Krode fired. His single bullet tore plaster from the corner of the wall. Cliff dropped from sight, not knowing that Krode had fired the only bullet left in his gun. Krode knew his own predicament. He made a sudden dart in the opposite direction. Cliff heard the man’s footsteps and bounded into view just as Krode took to a fire tower.

Cliff pursued. Dashing down the tower, he roared shots every time he glimpsed Krode. Weasel’s murderer had gained too good a start. He reached the ground and sped through a cement passageway to the rear street. When Cliff reached the next thoroughfare, he saw Krode leaping aboard a taxi, flourishing his empty revolver in front of a scared driver’s face.

Cliff’s shots did not stay the cab as it sped for a corner. The range was too great. Krode had made his get-away.

Cliff gained satisfaction, however, when he saw another cab wheel out from the corner and shoot away close behind the fleeing taxi. Moe was taking up the trail. Cliff’s cue was to depart from this vicinity. He did so in a hurry; and with good reason.

Already, whistles were blaring from the front street. Whining sirens answered from a radio patrol. Joe Cardona had followed Weasel close to the Barwick Apartments. The ace had heard the first muffled shots; then the later bursts of Cliff’s gunplay on the fire tower.

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