Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 314 by Maxwel l Grant

Author:Maxwel,l Grant
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf

Cranston and Bruce laughed.

"Okay, let's dig our heads in the sand like ostriches and pretend this is the best of all possible worlds."

Bruce said.

From there on they talked of lighter matters. The dinner broke up about ten-thirty. Cranston waved good-bye to the two men and walked away. He was going back to the model show, but it would be just as well if no one knew it.

Everyone would be gone now but the police who had been left on guard. First, however, he must check and see what Burbank had been able to discover. Then and only then it would be time for Cranston to vanish, for the darker part of his person to show itself. In the brief case, without which he never went anywhere, were the accouterments of a nightmare figure of darkness... of that other self which was known as The Shadow!

It was a nasty night. Fog, rare in New York, had descended. It wasn't of the pea soup consistency of a London fog, but was instead a murky wet mess that saturated ones clothes and made one's breath hard to catch.

In a doorway made dark by the dimmed street lights Lamont Cranston opened his briefcase. Out of the recesses popped that black cape that covered him with the night.

His regular slouch hat went into the briefcase and he pulled out the black broad brimmed hat which hid his face like a mask. Lamont Cranston had vanished. In his place was that implacable figure of the night that was known far and wide as The Shadow!

The fog twirled and seemed to pull on his cape as he walked out into the dark streets. He was unseen by the few people still walking around in this now deserted neighborhood.

From black splotch to black splotch he made his way with the ease that years had given him. It almost seemed as though his feet took the path of least light. He just never walked into the brash glare that seeped from occasional stores.

There, ahead was an alley way. He went into it. There must be a fire escape above him, but he couldn't see it yet. It was dark as sin, he thought as he eased along. The bottom of the fire escape made an eerie pattern in the night.

The Shadow used the same route that the boy crook must have. He went up the fire escape outside the building. Darkness on darkness made for invisibility.

At the right floor he paused and looked around to get his bearings. There, two feet away was the window that lead into the Hobby Show. Looking closely, he saw jimmy marks on the window.

The lock had been broken so that while seeming still in good working order, it would not really clasp into the projecting prong. He lifted the window carefully.

Surely the cops on guard must have heard that shrill whine... But there was no flurry of feet... unless they were waiting, guns on the ready for any interloper.

He poked his head in carefully, ready to withdraw it at the slightest sign of movement.

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