The Shadow 082 Atoms of Death by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1935-06-30T22:03:49+00:00

The pellet dropped from Cliff’s fingers as he pocketed the pack. Hawkeye saw it; he watched Cliff light a cigarette and continue out. Hawkeye shifted and let his hand rest on the pellet, which had fallen on the table. A few minutes later, he also decided to leave the Club Cadilly.

Outside, Hawkeye unrolled the pellet and read the words: “The Black Ship - Loco Zorgin.”

HALF an hour afterward, both Cliff and Hawkeye were in the underworld dive known as the Black Ship. An underground hangout, this joint was one of the crossroads of the underworld. At different tables in the smoke-filled dive, both of The Shadow’s agents were keeping their ears open.

Hawkeye had picked a spot near two sweatered mobsters. The pair were discoursing, in low tones, over a bottle of grog. Hawkeye had recognized them as ruffians who might be torpedoes in the employ of

“Loco” Zorgin. As he listened, his wiry body hunched at his own table, Hawkeye realized that his conjecture was correct.

“Loco didn’t want us hookin’ up with the rest of the outfit, see?” One thug was talking to the other. “Us watchin’ that house was somethin’ he needed done. But there was the chance that some harness bull might’ve spotted us.”

“Sure,” came the reply. “An’ if th’ bull had tipped some dick to it, we’d have been trailed back to th’

outfit. Sure, I get it. Loco was wise.”

“The mob’s keepin’ in between the bank an’ the house we was at,” added the first speaker. “Comin’ up there with Loco. It don’t matter to us what’s up. Loco’s the guy that’s doin’ the job.”

“Yeah,” was the response, “but it’s a tough one. Say - that Colonnade Trust Company ain’t no easy-lookin’ joint. If Loco busts into it, he’ll be doin’ somethin’.”

“Loco ain’t bustin’ in; he’s coverin’. But lay off the gab. It ain’t good to talk too much nowhere. Not even in this joint. You can’t tell where stoolies are planted.”

The conversation ended. Warily, Hawkeye watched the torpedoes. He gave them five minutes, while they kept downing their grog. Then Hawkeye arose and shuffled from the Black Ship. Outside, he made for a near-by alleyway.

Five minutes more. Someone approached. Hawkeye recognized the step. He gave a whisper. It was Cliff Marsland. The first agent had seen the second leave the Black Ship. Cliff had stalled a few minutes before following.

Hawkeye whispered the news that he had heard. It was sufficient. Mention of the Colonnade Trust Company told where crime was due.

Cliff and Hawkeye made their way together from the alley. They separated; Cliff, with Hawkeye trailing, was heading for the nearest telephone.

Word to Burbank. Prompt information for The Shadow. Following the lead that had been given him, Cliff, with Hawkeye’s aid, had achieved immediate results. Luke Cardiff had named Loco Zorgin.

Minions of the latter had talked of the mob leader’s doings.

Crime was already in the making - crime that could be traced to Matt Theblaw, through him to professor Jark and the disintegrating ray. The time had already arrived for The Shadow to spring a counter thrust.

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