Maxwell Grant - The Shadow 011 by Double Z

Author:Double Z
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-15T00:41:07+00:00

Clyde suppressed a gasp of alarm. Cliff Marsland and Clipper Tobin were on their way to Bodine's place. It was not at the Goliath Hotel, where he knew The Shadow would be on watch! Ten precious minutes had been lost. He must let The Shadow know!

Rising clumsily to his feet, he shook hands with the man who had battled with him and grinned as though the matter was of no account. Every one seemed relieved.

"I'm supposed to be down at the Classic office," he explained groggily. "I'm not hurt—let's forget it."

"Have a drink?" questioned his late opponent.

Clyde shook his head.

"Want a cab?" inquired the solicitous manager.

"No," was the reporter's response. "I'll take the subway."

He steadied himself against the rail and fought off a spell of dizziness. He was anxious to avoid further delay. He waved his hand in a friendly manner and went down the steps, trying to appear at his best. His head was swimming when he reached the sidewalk.

THE bright lights of the avenue confused him. He walked toward the corner, spied a drug store, and entered. As luck would have it, all the phone booths were occupied. Clyde decided to go elsewhere, but his legs seemed too weak. He sat on a stool at the soda fountain and rested, his head throbbing, all about him confusion.

Some one left a booth and Clyde staggered into the compartment. He dropped his nickel and tried to dial. There were black spots before his eyes. His finger slipped. He began again.

With great effort he managed to dial the number. He waited patiently, the ringing over the wire conflicting with the throbbing of his head. At last he heard a quiet voice, seemingly far away.

"B," he said in response.

"Report," came the word.

Clyde's lips were to the mouthpiece of the phone. There was no opportunity for artfully worded phrases.

His grogginess was coming on again in this stuffy booth.

"Bodine," he said in a low voice. "Not at Goliath. At Maurice Apartments. Phony name—Andrew Davis.

On their way to get him. Hurry."

A word of understanding came over the wire. Clyde hung up the phone and sat with his head in his hands. There was a rapping on the door of the booth. Some one else wanted to make a call.

Clyde came out, made his way to the street, and leaned against a wall while the fresh air began to revive his sickened senses. It must have been fully twenty minutes after the men left the Club DeLuxe before he sent his message through. But now all was well.

He had reported to Burbank, The Shadow's confidential aid. The message in turn would be relayed to The Shadow. Before Arnold Bodine's enemies had arrived, The Shadow would be there—unless Clyde's call had been too late!

CHAPTER XII. THE HIDEOUT

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