Maxwell Grant - The Shadow 113 by Partners Of Peril

Author:Partners Of Peril
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-15T00:44:00+00:00

"I'd like to very much," Cardona said.

"I'll show them myself," Merriweather offered. He was all smiles now.

Almost eager.

Molly Harrington looked at Cardona hurriedly and opened her mouth as though she was about to object, but the detective forestalled her.

"We'd be delighted to have Mr. Merriweather as a guide," he said, smoothly.

Together they passed out the doorway, Molly's hand on Cardona's arm.

"This way," Merriweather murmured. "Down this corridor. Mind your step, please. It's a little dark."

Left alone in his office, Todd shrugged, as if suddenly remembering the press of his interrupted business. He picked up a paper, read it carefully and signed it. He picked up another, his broad body hunched forward over his desk.

He was completely unaware that he was under surveillance. But his every move was being watched. The angle of the wall outside his office formed a deep L with the adjoining building. The angle was filled with deep shadow. There was

no sign of any one lurking in that dimness, but an eye suddenly appeared at the

corner of the window.

It was a deep-socketed, burning eye that peered into the room with keen observation of the man at the desk, the door through which Cardona and the girl

had disappeared - and another door that the observer knew opened into a small washroom beyond.

The man outside the window was The Shadow. Gone was his broom, the palsied

shake of his hands, the faded blue overalls. The overalls were covered with a long, black cloak. Black gloves were on his hands. Tilted low over his forehead

was a black slouch hat that almost touched the bridge of his hawklike nose.

The Shadow had been lurking near Todd's office because he expected another

attack on the chemical master. He was not wrong in his suspicions.

AS he watched from his veiled hiding place, The Shadow saw that the door of the washroom was stealthily opening. A hand appeared, then a face. It was Blink Dorgan, the mysterious gunman who had stolen a sealed envelope that had come from the safe of Reed Harrington and had made such a murderous attack on the Porters in their garage laboratory.

There was a knife in Dorgan's hand. His eyes gleamed with excitement, as they wavered toward the back of Simon Todd and across from him to the squat safe in the corner.

The Shadow's gun appeared silently in his gloved grasp. Its muzzle approached the lower corner of the window outside of which he was crouched.

At that instant, Simon Todd shivered as though he were suddenly conscious of the murderous presence behind him. He turned and froze like a statue in his chair, his mouth hanging haplessly open.

Blink Dorgan's hand rose swiftly upward and back with a peculiar gesture.

In his hand was the knife, palmed snugly, its hilt toward the frozen victim.

The Shadow recognized the gesture. Dorgan was bending forward on his toes to throw the knife.

The murderous quickness of events gave The Shadow no time for accurate aim. His gun thundered. The bullet made a round hole in the pane and whistled past the forward-thrust neck of the killer.

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