Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 153 by Maxwel l Grant

Author:Maxwel,l Grant
Language: eng
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TWO men stopped near the lobby chair. One spoke pleasantly:

"Hello, Harlingsworth! I hear you're going on a trip."

"Yes," was the reply. "I leave this evening."

"Going alone?"

"No, no. My secretary is going with me. You know the chap; his name is Luben."

The speakers went away, but from his daze, The Shadow felt two names grow in his mind. Harlingsworth--Luben. Slowly rising, The Shadow blundered toward an elevator door that seemed tiny, at first, then enlarged suddenly as he reached it.

Half aloud, he muttered the second name: "Luben."

Perhaps it was the upward jolt of the elevator that jarred back recollection. By the time the car stopped at The Shadow's floor, he had more memories fixed in mind.

Luben had worked for some one, a man named Harlingsworth. What The Shadow had heard in the lobby was connected with names and a statement that he had heard before. He remembered where: at the Midtown Building on Seventeenth Street.

Luben had bid for a picture at an auction gallery. It could only have been for Harlingsworth. Yet Harlingsworth was going out of town, when he was supposed to be at home. He had said that Luben was going with him, but it

happened that Luben wasn't, for the secretary had been kidnapped by Whiz Birsch.

Did Harlingsworth know that? Yes, Harlingsworth knew it.

The Shadow answered his own question, as he sank on a bed in his room, a wet towel plastered over his eyes. Where Harlingsworth was going, didn't matter; He had left a job behind him for others to do, and it was evident that Ring Brescott would be the man in charge.

The Shadow readily realized that Harlingsworth must have some shady deal on with Ring, otherwise the secretary wouldn't have been bidding thousands of dollars for a phony picture in an auction gallery owned by Ring Brescott.

Crime would be directed at some helpless victim, a person whom Harlingsworth knew well, for he was obviously leaving town to sustain an alibi.

That thought brought a grim, whispered laugh from the muffling folds of the damp towel that spread across The Shadow's face.

Though The Shadow had lost track of Luben, and therefore had probably missed a chance to locate Harry Vincent, he felt sure those prisoners would be safe while the murder racket was still in active progress.

After that, their plight became serious, but The Shadow intended to intervene before that time arrived. He had found the way to strike at crime.

He had gained, and retained, the thing he wanted most: a clue to coming murder!

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