Grant, Maxwell - The Shadow 227 - The Crimson Death 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

IT was past midnight when Margo finally telephoned Elsie Horton’s apartment. The call was not answered. Nothing happened except the monotonous ringing of the bell.

Margo acted without hesitation.

In a moment she was down the deserted corridor and twisting the knob of Elsie’s door. It opened easily.

Elsie was fast asleep in bed, her breathing heavy. The fact that she had undressed and was wearing her nightgown, was proof that she had not suspected anything wrong with her water jug. Just to be sure, Margo deliberately slapped the drugged girl in the face.

Elsie merely snored.

With a quick heave, Margo yanked aside the bed covering and peered under the bed. She received a stunning disappointment. The portable typewriter was no longer there.

There was only one place where it could be. In a corner of the bedroom with a strong-looking safe. Evidently Copley’s pretty secretary had taken no chances.

Margo tried vainly to listen at the dial for tumbler clicks, as she turned it slowly. She had no chance to open the safe - and she knew it. Margo was no safe-cracker.

For the present, a look at the typewriter was denied her.

She began to search the room. She found nothing important until she rummaged beneath a pile of expensive lingerie in a bureau drawer. Then her trembling fingers brought out a packet of letters carelessly tied together with a bit of pink ribbon.

They were letters that made Margo’s face flush as she read a few of them. All seemed to be alike. They were love letters - very indiscreet ones - from a man at the Copley plant. Margo’s pretty lips tightened as she read the man’s name.

It was Richard Shane, the chemical superintendent at the Copley factory!

Shane’s love letters explained the source of Elsie’s prosperity. She could never have lived in such luxury, even with the large salary John Copley paid her. Margo had realized this when she had first uncovered the sleeping blonde.

Elsie’s nightgown was an imported model that Margo herself would have hesitated to buy, because of its cost. The sheets on the bed were silk. Elsie was evidently a gal who liked luxury.

And Richard Shane was paying all the bills!

Margo had no time to speculate about Shane. She rearranged the bedcovers. She dumped out the drugged water from the vacuum jug and replaced it with fresh water.

Then she left the apartment, fixing the lock button properly before she closed the door.

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