Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 228 by Maxwel l Grant

Author:Maxwel,l Grant
Language: eng
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CHAPTER XII

CLUTCH OF THE MASK

RENZ'S party was really under way at the Chez Unique. Champagne was flowing in the customary fashion. Either Philip Renz was really confident that he would regain his lost wealth, or he was seeking to drown his worry with bubbly fluid. Margo Lane was not sure which was the case. She found herself wavering from one opinion to the other.

Of one thing, Margo was certain.

She was keeping track of Philip Renz. He hadn't been out of her sight during the evening. If he left the Chez Unique, Margo intended to find out why.

For the present, she was keeping excellent tabs on Renz. He hadn't made a single

suspicious move. It looked like another blank evening for Margo.

The break was the telephone call.

It was for Renz, that call, because a polite waiter approached him and gestured toward a phone booth. Everyone was polite at the Chez Unique, and Margo had to be the same. Hence, she couldn't poke her head into the phone booth while Renz was talking, and ask what it was all about. Instead, Margo watched for what happened next.

Coming from the booth, Renz sidled away from the party and claimed his hat

and coat from the check room. Margo didn't have to claim her coat. She had left

it on a chair behind a door, where she could get it in a hurry, because she would need it if she left the Chez Unique.

Renz's party called for an evening gown, and Margo was wearing one of the most advanced type. Having nothing on her shoulders but a couple of straps the size of shoestrings, she needed a wrap in order to go outside.

Bundled in the wrap, Margo watched Renz leave the night club. She hurried along; then paused when she saw a cab pull up for Renz. Margo smiled. The man at the wheel was Moe Shrevnitz. He knew Renz by sight.

Very neat, Moe taking Renz as a passenger. He'd been designated to take Margo wherever she wanted to go, but he also knew that her destination would be

the same as Renz's. So, rather than let Renz take a different cab, which would mean trailing him, Moe had simplified the matter.

Of course, Margo would follow, but Moe's process made it all the easier.

She could take another cab and tell the driver to keep Moe's in sight. Of course, Moe would dawdle, to make sure that Margo didn't lose the trail.

"Good work, Shrevvy!" Margo spoke her thoughts half aloud as she referred

to Moe. "Take your time getting Renz wherever he is going. I'll be right along."

"What's that, Miss Lane?"

The query came from the uniformed doorman outside the Chez Unique. He'd heard Margo's mutters, but hadn't understood them.

"I was saying I'd like a cab," declared Margo. "I was disappointed when I saw one start away."

"I'll get you another, Miss Lane."

The doorman waved, a cab jolted from a hack stand across the street and came slowly over. Margo was watching Moe's cab turn the next corner, when a hand brushed one of her arms.

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