The Shadow - 238 - The Book of Death by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1941-12-31T23:00:00+00:00

Hearing angry accusations from the truck, Kerford leaned from the coupe window and spread his hands in apology, as he called:

“My fault! Sorry!”

Mollified, the trucker backed away and Kerford drove slowly past him. He’d gone a dozen miles or more when a betraying thump told him that his rear tire must have been pinched, or picked up a nail from the guard timber.

Kerford’s angry snarl was inspired by the recollection that he’d been in too much hurry to have air put in a deflated spare when he picked up his car from a garage near the Graymoor Building.

There was an old dirt road ahead and Kerford wheeled into it. Getting out of the car, he pondered; then nodded to himself. He hadn’t far to go, and he could take a short cut along the dirt road. Carrying The Shadow as a burden wouldn’t bother Kerford. He could leave the car right where it was, and come back for it in the morning.

From his pocket, he drew the weapon which he had used to slug The Shadow. It wasn’t a gun, but it had answered quite as well for Kerford’s purpose. The thing was a monkey wrench, compact but sturdy, and Kerford intended to use it again if his cloaked prisoner had recuperated sufficiently to make trouble.

Monkey wrench poised in one hand, Kerford gripped the handle of the trunk compartment with the other. He gave a dramatic upward sweep, followed by a forward lunge. No fighter cramped in the compartment could have offset so sudden an attack. In fact, The Shadow didn’t even try to resist it.

The Shadow couldn’t have, because he wasn’t there! Kerford’s lurch carried him into the compartment itself, where he caught himself against the flat spare tire and finished with a stare as vacant as the trunk compartment.

Blaine Kerford had heard talk of The Shadow and his mysterious ways. From now on, Kerford would need no argument to convince him. Somehow, somewhere, dead or alive, The Shadow had vanished from a latched trunk compartment, to the confusion of the foeman who had captured him single-handed!

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