The Shadow - 226 - The Blur by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1941-06-30T22:00:00+00:00

Carstair nodded agreement. Mention of the hall caused him to dart an unexpected look in that direction.

He caught a chance glimpse of something black whisking from sight - the edge of The Shadow’s cloak.

“He’s back!” roared Carstair. “The Blur is back, hoping to kill us!”

Carstair grabbed the first available weapon, which happened to be his cane. Wellwood seized a log that lay beside an open fireplace. Together, they dashed out into the hallway, to see the front door slamming.

They followed, yanked the door open and reached the front porch, Wellwood’s high-pitched shouts joining with Carstair’s booms.

Servants had found a car out front, with its motor still throbbing. It was another getaway car that crooks had not used, since so many of them had fled for the boathouse instead. The servants hadn’t turned off the motor, for they had called the police, who told them to leave all evidence as it was.

Turning toward the lighted porch, the servants did not see The Shadow, for by then he was in darkness.

He popped up suddenly among them, as he had done before.

Flinging off the startled men who made belated grabs, The Shadow sprang into the car, slammed the door in their faces and yanked the machine into gear. He whipped the car away so fast, that it was around the curve of the drive before a single man could fire after it.

Facts were linking in The Shadow’s mind as he sped the car toward town. He knew why the Blur had so easily picked off Doone in the artificial gloom. Doone had provided a target: the pink carnation.

Curiously, that fitted with the death of Tex Winthorp. In Tex’s case, a diamond shirt stud had served as a locator for the victim’s heart.

Another point: the Blur hadn’t snatched that valuable diamond after killing Tex, which indicated that the unknown crook had his mind on cash, not gems. That put an odd twist on the Blur’s threat to rob Dawson, the jeweler, at nine o’clock tonight.

Such a point might have convinced Commissioner Weston that the Dawson case was a hoax, the opinion voiced by both Lamont Cranston and Marvin Kelford, the stand-bys of the Cobalt Club.

But was it entirely a hoax?

The Shadow had inclined to the hoax idea, even when telling Margo Lane to phone Commissioner Weston and inform him of the crime at Carstair’s. He was glad that he had, for with Weston gone, The Shadow would have a better chance to look over the scene at Dawson’s.

It might prove valuable, considering that the ways of the Blur were many. Hoax or no hoax, something might occur at Dawson’s that would cloud the issue seriously. Ill consequences threatened, of a sort that only timely intervention could prevent.

The Shadow knew!

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