Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 050 by Maxwel l Grant

Author:Maxwel,l Grant
Language: eng
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CHAPTER XII. CRIME BREAKS

IT was early the next evening. Dusk had arrived and a light was burning on the writing table in Room 401. Seated in front of the table was a firm-visaged individual dressed in evening clothes. The Shadow was again in the guise of Lamont Cranston.

Two envelopes rested on the table. The Shadow opened each in turn. He read the coded messages and let the papers and envelopes flutter into the wastebasket.

One note was from Harry Vincent. The other was from a second agent who had arrived in Southfield.

Cliff Marsland, summoned from his usual habitat, the underworld of New York, was also on the job.

The Shadow arose from the table. In the leisurely fashion that was characteristic of Lamont Cranston, he strolled to the window. A cigarette found its way between his thin lips, and was lighted with a hasty gesture.

The delivery truck was parked across the street in front of Slade Farrow's store. While The Shadow watched, Dave and Louie appeared. They were carrying a packing case through the broad front door of the shop.

The pair set the big box in the truck. They went back into the store and returned, lugging another case.

Again, they made the trip. Once more a heavy packing case. Then both went back and came out on their final trip with a fourth box.

A slight smile formed itself on the lips of Lamont Cranston. To this keen-eyed watcher, the handling of that fourth case was sufficient clew. It was obviously lighter than the others - yet sufficiently heavy for a box filled with clothing.

In the first three trips, Dave and Louie had carted out Farrow's hidden henchmen. The last trip was the only one which concerned merchandise to be delivered in another town.

The delivery truck pulled away. Loungers near the store paid no attention to it. Once again, Griff's vigilantes had seen nothing. The Shadow still watched from the window. He saw a young man appear from the front of the hotel and saunter down the street. It was Harry Vincent.

A few moments later, another man slipped into view. This chap was huskier than Harry. He took the same direction. This was Cliff Marsland.

THE SHADOW'S agents were going to their posts. Crime foreboded. The departure of Farrow's truck was proof of that. Although neither Harry nor Cliff knew its significance, The Shadow had ordered them to time their departure to appointed spots with the moment that Farrow's truck left the store.

Slade Farrow had added new boldness to his methods. He had made this shipment in open view, scorning the seclusion of the delivery entrance on the rear street. To a great measure, this was a better plan. It had proven its merits through the complete deception of Griff's watchers.

The Shadow turned and crossed the room. He extinguished the light and went into the hall. A few minutes later, Lamont Cranston appeared in the lobby of the hotel. Strolling out to the street, he entered a coupe parked there. It was Harry Vincent's car.

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