Maxwell Grant - The Shadow 076 by The Triple Trail

Author:The Triple Trail
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-15T00:45:18+00:00

In fact, Burson, Limited, had never received a copy of the last Signet letter, with its offer of thirty thousand dollars. The answer, then, as The Shadow saw it, was that the British investigating firm had suddenly decided that the matter was not closed.

It was not surprising that they had sent an investigator to New York. This was an unusual case, this Signet business. But it was odd that they should have sent their man without notifying Treblaw that he was coming. Briefly, the last carbon letter held by Jurling did not jibe with the circumstances.

Did Jurling suspect more than he had stated? It was probable. Jurling had dealt frankly with the police; but he had also pressed the point that Signet should be contacted, not arrested. Weston had agreed; Jurling was satisfied.

But to The Shadow, the existing circumstances offered new thoughts as he studied the investigation point of the new triangle. He believed that Jurling was holding back certain facts and would not announce them until Signet had been discovered. Again, The Shadow laughed.

LAST of all, The Shadow studied the criminal point of the triangle. The method of crime was obvious.

Wickroft, planted at Treblaw's, had chanced to learn of the Cellini manuscript that Signet wanted. He had informed his chief; Treblaw's murder had been accomplished. Yet killers had not found the manuscript.

Until that time, the crime master had made no open move. But the failure to gain the manuscript had warranted new action. Close after Treblaw's death, Tully Kelk had come boldly into the picture.

Kelk was certainly determined to get that manuscript. His daring proved it. Coming suddenly from cover, the sallow-faced man had pursued a speedy but dangerous course. He had entered Treblaw's room shortly after the old collector had been murdered. He had gone directly to Treblaw's house, to check on Wickroft. He had marched the secretary in to Tilton's. He had remained there while mobsters raided; and had not fled until he had seen Wickroft dying on the floor.

This was a game that called for a superplotter. Kelk had exhibited those qualifications. At the same time, he had left too much to chance. His tendency to accept doubtful hazards was a paradoxical point.

To The Shadow, Kelk's actions revealed a definite phase of the sallow man's game. He could discern that Kelk was holding a trump card that he had not yet played. Kelk would be ready to use it in a pinch.

Apparently, the man was a lone worker by inclination.

This insight into the ways of Tully Kelk gave The Shadow all he needed for the final point of the triangle.

A white hand plucked up the paper from the table. The sheet crinkled as The Shadow crushed it. A laugh came from the darkness.

A pause. A new sheet came into view. Upon it, The Shadow wrote a name in ink. It was the baffling title:

“Signet.” Beneath the name, The Shadow inscribed the outline of a crown.

Name and token faded. Again, The Shadow laughed. He had found two members of the important triangle: Kelk and Jurling.

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