Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 207 by Maxwel l Grant

Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 207 by Maxwel l Grant

Author:Maxwel,l Grant
Language: eng
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CHAPTER XII. IN NEW YORK

THREE mornings later, Keith Ellerton awoke to the tune of an alarm clock and took a pleased look around the tiny apartment which he occupied. He had moved here the night before at the suggestion of his friend Glenn Torbin, who had returned to New York the previous afternoon.

Glenn had provided Keith with more than an apartment; he had obtained a job for him, the day before.

This morning, Keith was to report to Howard Brock, manager of the Tropical Steamship Lines. The office where Keith would find Brock was on the sixtieth floor of the Wall Street Trust Building.

Keith was dressed and ready to leave the apartment, when he heard a ring from the lobby door. Puzzled about how to admit a visitor, Keith went downstairs, where he found a young man pressing the button of 2B, which happened to be Keith's apartment. Keith gave him an inquiring look.

"You're ringing my apartment?"

The visitor looked puzzled. He pointed to the number 2B. Beside it, Keith saw a printed name cut from a calling card, which read: "Richard J. Brann."

"I'm trying to ring Dick Brann," said the caller. "Do you know if he is in?"

"Mr. Brann has moved," explained Keith, rather sheepishly. "I've taken the apartment that he used to have. I'm new to the city, and I never noticed these names down here on a rack. I guess I've got a lot to learn."

The visitor smiled. Keith liked his manner; the smile was friendly. He was older than Keith, but he did not look worldly-wise. If Keith had met him in Richmont, he wouldn't have taken the chap to be a New Yorker.

"You're a friend of Dick's?"

Keith shook his head at the query. Frankly, he stated that he had just arrived in New York, to begin a new job. He had one friend in town, Glenn Torbin, but no others. Hearing such details, the visitor extended his hand.

"My name is Harry Vincent," he said. "I'm something of a stranger in New York, myself. I come from St.

Joe's County, out in Michigan, so I'm a long way from home. I guess it's the same with you."

Keith acknowledged that it was. He introduced himself, glad to make a new acquaintance. Noting that Keith had his hat and was going out, Vincent asked him where he was bound. Keith said he was going to take the downtown subway. Smiling, Vincent inquired:

"Which one?"

"I don't know," confessed Keith. "I thought there was only one. I guess I'm supposed to take the first I come to."

"Walking east or west?"

Again, Keith was puzzled. He remarked that he would inquire at the restaurant when he had breakfast, provided that he could find a restaurant to begin with. Vincent's laugh was even more friendly than his smile.

"Hop into my car," he suggested. "We'll have breakfast together, and I'll pilot you wherever you want to go."

WITHIN the next hour, Keith Ellerton came to regard Harry Vincent as a friend of the same caliber as a long-lost brother.



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