Grant, Maxwell - The Shadow 109 - The Golden Masks 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

A HUNCHY, wan-faced man slid out of sight as Seeklat turned. It was Hawkeye; the little spotter found refuge behind a pair of close-placed ash cans. He was quick enough to escape Seeklat’s gaze; but the Ashanti had not finished.

At the end of the next block, he made another striding turn. This time, Hawkeye outguessed him. The spotter was deep in a doorway when Seeklat looked back.

Hawkeye was still on the trail when Seeklat reached an avenue that was topped by an “el” railway. The Ashanti ascended the stairs on the southbound side. Hawkeye scurried into a cigar store and made a quick telephone call. At night, he would have risked following Seeklat aboard an “el” train; by daylight, the chance of observation was too great. However, Hawkeye was playing a good bet with his telephone call.

No “el” train had arrived by the time Hawkeye came from the cigar store. It was several minutes before one arrived; soon after it had pulled away from Seeklat’s station, Moe Shrevnitz arrived with his cab. Hawkeye boarded it; they sped along beneath the “el” line. The cab caught up to the “el” train at the third station.

From then on, they kept at an even speed with the train. After a few more stations, Hawkeye sighted Seeklat coming from an “el” station. The spotter dropped from the cab, threaded a new trail. As before, he kept from Seeklat’s view. The Ashanti seemed less suspicious of followers at this distance from Tallam’s house.

The course led to the water front. Near a line of dingy, battered piers, Seeklat entered the side door of a tawdry restaurant that was frequented by seamen. Hawkeye congratulated himself on having kept clear of the Ashanti’s notice; for the spotter was now able to come from cover.

Hawkeye’s own attire and appearance marked him as the sort found near the water front. Boldly, the hunched spotter entered the eating place.

Rough-clad men were lounging at a long bar; others were seated at battered tables. Hawkeye chose a corner near the back; he ordered a bowl of Chili. Keenly, the spotter noted a door that led to a back room; also a telephone booth in a corner beyond it.

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