Shadow Beware by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1965-01-20T08:00:00+00:00

"Where are they now?"

"I don't know, they vanished. What do we do?"

"Is their aircraft still at the field?"

"It is."

"Then we take off and keep an eye on it. Perhaps they just got cold feet when they saw New Guinea," Allard said.

"It's happened to a lot of scientific expeditions," Max said as he finished his tea and stood up.

At the airport Max refueled the plane while Allard called Sydney to arrange for a jet to Paris. Paulson had stopped in Paris, and Allard wanted to retrace each step if he could. The first thing he saw when he left the Administration Building to walk to where Max waited beside his plane was the short swarthy man. Nenni, if that were his name, seemed to melt away the moment Allard glanced toward the Italian plane where the pilot was now working alone over the engine. But Kent Allard had the sharp eyes of The Shadow, and he had seen the swarthy little man. In that momentary glimpse he knew that Nenni was not the driver of Jasper Lorring's green Cadillac. He had seen Lorring's driver close up that night in the pub near The Belvedere. But he had not seen either the chauffeur who had shot at him near the alley behind The Blue Admiral, or the unknown killer of Snatcher Martin. Allard decided that the shy and lurking Nenni would bear close watching.

Without a glance toward the other aircraft, Aflard strode on toward Max and his own plane.

He did not want Nenni, it that were his name, to know he had been noticed, but on the other hand he did not want to escape the man. If Nenni were actually following him, he wanted to talk to Nenni as much as Nenni seemed to want to stay close to him. When he reached his own plane,

Max started the motor the moment Allard was in his seat. Clearance was granted from the control tower, and Max taxied toward the far end of the runway. As Max revved up in preparation for his takeoff, Allard saw the other plane begin to taxi toward the same runway in readiness to be the next one off.

At Brisbane they landed again. Allard confirmed his reservation on the jet to Paris, and Max filled up the plane once more. Allard watched for the Italian aircraft, but it did not land at Brisbane. Perhaps the Italian craft were not following after all, or was clever enough to realize that they had been seen. Whatever the case, the Italians did not appear at Brisbane, and the last leg of the trip back to Sydney was without incident.

At Sydney, Allard had two hours to wait for his jet. He had a last drink at the international airport bar with Max, paid him, and promised to return soon for his planned expedition into the interior of New Guinea. Then it was time to bid his old friend goodbye and board his jet for Paris. On the jet he took his seat, fastened his seat belt, and sat back to look out the window for a last wave to Max.

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