Maxwell Grant - The Shadow 004 by The Red Menace

Author:The Red Menace
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-15T00:40:57+00:00

The millionaire left the telephone room. When he arrived in the lobby of the club, the doorman accosted him.

"Note just came for you, Mr. Cranston."

Mr. Cranston opened the envelope and read the message. It was from Prince Zuvor. It bore the letterhead of a New York hotel. Lamont Cranston read it at a glance.

I shall be unable to meet you at the club as I had hoped. I do not expect to be there until the end of the week. But I am at home to-night. If you choose to call, you are welcome. But remember—

The abrupt termination of the message was a reminder of the previous conversation, when Zuvor had mentioned the dangers which surrounded him. The note was signed "Richard Albion."

Lamont Cranston left the Cobalt Club. He summoned a taxicab. He drove directly to the home of Prince Zuvor.

When he reached his destination, he stood looking at the house, from the street. He did not appear to notice a large sedan that was parked opposite the house. He went up the steps and rang the bell.

He was admitted by the Russian servant, who conducted him upstairs, as soon as he gave his name. He was ushered into the front room, where the wolfhound walked silently over to greet him.

Prince Zuvor appeared.

"This is a pleasure," exclaimed the prince, in a tone of welcome. "I had not expected you to accept my invitation."

Lamont Cranston rose leisurely, and grasped Prince Zuvor's hand.

"You did not expect me?" he asked.

"I did not," replied the prince. "You recall, of course, the dangers that I mentioned. I had supposed that you would rely on your better judgment, after you had considered the matter.

"This house is watched. Those thick curtains are evidence of that fact. They are not merely ornaments."

Lamont Cranston shrugged his shoulders.

"The danger does not worry me," he said. "I would even welcome a bit of danger. My life is one of leisure. It grows monotonous at times."

Prince Zuvor looked toward the large dog that was standing by Cranston. He snapped his fingers as a command for the wolfhound to retire to the corner. Then his gaze became fixed upon the floor, and Cranston detected a look of surprise upon his face.

"What is it?" asked the millionaire.

"Nothing," replied Zuvor, lifting his head. "I was perplexed for a moment, that was all. Your shadow—here on the floor. It seems grotesque, when I look at it."

Lamont Cranston smiled as he sat down.

"It must be the arrangement of the lights," observed Prince Zuvor, glancing about the room. "It actually startled me for a moment."

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