The Shadow 041 The Killer by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1933-11-15T23:01:12+00:00

Yet Burton Blissip, like Roy Selbrig, could either make or mar the game. Blissip had come to New York in response to Mullrick’s second letter. Mullrick folded the map. What if he should ignore the man from Buffalo, who now occupied Room 1378 at the Goliath Hotel?

If Blissip were ignorant of what Mullrick wanted - and Mullrick’s letter had been a cagey one - Blissip might prove to be of no consequence in this affair. Yet the middle course did not appeal to Harland Mullrick. He opened the Aztec volume and brought out the folded paper. He studied the crossed-off name of Roy Selbrig.

Burton Blissip, if he would accept an offer, would give surety to Mullrick’s option even though Blissip’s demand might be exorbitant. Burton Blissip, if he were dead, like Roy Selbrig, could do naught to interfere with Mullrick’s search for the lost mines.

Nervously, Mullrick folded the paper and thrust it back into the big book. He clenched his fists feverishly, as though inspired by hideous worry.

Then, seeing Pascual watching him, Mullrick laughed. His calm came back. Cool and calculating, he sat down in a large chair and lighted a cigarette.

“Dinner,” he mused aloud. “It is not a bad idea, Pascual. I shall rest a little while, then go out to dinner, alone, at some good hotel. After that, Pascual, I shall meet Senor Herston. I am worried a bit tonight.

Restless, Pascual. Tomorrow, I shall feel more at ease - perhaps -“

UPSTAIRS, Burbank, at the ear phones, was recording what Mullrick had said. A clock on the table showed half past seven. A soft whisper sounded through the room. Burbank pointed to the torn paper that lay beside him. He did not turn.

Burbank knew that the hidden eyes of The Shadow were studying that memorandum which Harland Mullrick thought had been destroyed and scattered. A gloved hand reached forward and picked up the shorthand notes which Burbank had taken.

One statement by Mullrick, when he had spoken over the phone, caught The Shadow’s keen attention. It consisted of the words: “A good hotel.”

The figures on the torn slip of paper formed the number 1378.

A coincidence - that number written while Mullrick had been speaking about a hotel. The Shadow knew the answer. The man who had called Mullrick must be registered at some hotel in New York, occupying Room 1378.

The Shadow also noted other statements, particularly Mullrick’s reference to a map. But his main thought was directed to the matter of the hotel. New York, a city with hundreds of hotels, presented a tremendous problem to one who might attempt to locate an individual through his room number alone.

The Shadow spoke to Burbank. His whisper was an order, given in two words:

“Hotel data.”

Burbank reached beside his table. He opened a suitcase which proved to be a portable filing cabinet with two divisions. From the letter “H” he brought out a folder marked “Hotels.” He placed it on the table. The Shadow carried it away.

Beneath a shaded lamp in another room, The Shadow began a quick survey of the information.

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