Kenneth Robeson - The Avenger 07 by Stockholders in Death

Kenneth Robeson - The Avenger 07 by Stockholders in Death

Author:Stockholders in Death
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-02-20T15:01:49+00:00


The big guy called Smitty wasn’t far from the clandestine meeting at that moment. He was across the street from Grand’s home, in a doorway dark enough and big enough to shroud even his gigantic bulk.

He had been detailed by Benson to watch every move of Lucius Grand.

Similarly, Mac had been set on Rath’s trail, Josh on the trail of Birch, and Nellie Gray ordered to watch Wallach.

With all the directors at one spot, now, all Benson’s aides were, too. They were all near Grand’s home, each waiting for his man to come out. But they weren’t together. That might have tipped off their play. Each had a hiding place similar to Smitty’s doorway.

Wallach came out. Smitty didn’t see Nellie go after his car, but knew she had. He shook his huge head, troubled as always by the thought of how reckless the little blonde was.

Rath emerged, and Smitty knew, though he could not see, that Mac was slipping in his wake. Birch shook hands at the door with Lucius Grand, and left. And, after him, almost as black as the night, itself, Josh padded soundlessly.

Another man came out, after a short wait. Smitty was in a dilemma about this one.

He had seen him go in. The man looked like a rat. And Smitty liked to smash men who looked like rats. Now, he was coming out. He looked very rattish indeed. The giant wondered if he ought to disobey orders and trail him, or do as Benson had said and stick around where Grand was.

Not being able to see into the future, he decided loyally to obey orders to the letter. And thus he made true Louie Fiume’s prophecy that something “would be done in about three minutes.”

The other directors had come out. All but Grand. Smitty, after awhile, walked across the street to see if he could get nearer the house and do a little window peeping.

He got under a tree that was valiantly holding its own in the city’s dust and soot. Something fell on his head, as if the tree itself had leaned over and batted him one with its trunk.



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