The Shadow 084 by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

JERRY KOBAL had gathered his few belongings. With a sad shake of his head, he clapped Slugger on the back. Pockets bulging, typewriter case in hand, he hurried from the apartment. In his haste to reach the front door, he did not notice the trail of bloodstains on the floor of the dim hall.

Outside, Jerry hastened to the nearest corner. Turning it, he kept on, getting away from this dangerous vicinity. His weary face was serious as he headed for the subway. For Jerry had gained sudden fear of the consequences that might follow, had he remained with Slugger Haskew. He was confident that the big mauler had been engaged in murderous activities.

One minute after Jerry Kobal had turned the corner, a form appeared beneath the lamplight of the street above. The glow showed a fleeting trace of a cloaked figure. Keen eyes spied another blood mark on the sidewalk. The Shadow was closing in on Slugger’s trail.

Blending with darkness, he crossed the street. His flashlight glimmered to locate a dull red spot near the front of the old building that was now an apartment house.

In Jerry Kobal’s untidy apartment, Slugger Haskew was still seated in the chair. His breathing, coming in long heaves, stopped tensely. His eyes opened; the murderer looked about. He saw that Jerry was gone.

Half snarling, half groaning, Slugger twisted himself from the chair. He staggered to the corner, slumped to the floor; then grasped the telephone with his right fist. He withdrew his left hand from his wound, changed his grip on the telephone and clumsily dialed a number with his right forefinger.

A voice responded over the wire. It was Nick Curlin. Groggily, Slugger spoke, coughing his harsh words into the mouthpiece of the telephone.

“Dis is Slugger,” he informed. “I - I got clipped! I’m t’rough, Nicky… Yeah. T’rough… Sure, I got de paper. Off of Dopey… Yeah, I bumped de mug… No, I ain’t got de paper here…

“I slipped it to anodder guy… Wot’s his name? Is he wise? Sure dis guy is. Jerry Kobal. Dat’s who I slipped de paper to… Yeah, Jerry Kobal… Yeah, I told him to be at de Alcadia. To wait for De Creeper…

“You better close dat gym of yours, Nick… Better take it on de lam… De Shadow’s in dis. He’s de guy dat plugged me…”

The receiver clicked at the other end of the wire. Slugger did not hear it. His eyes were glazed and staring. He had slumped back against the wall, still gripping the telephone. Talking, he managed to make his voice coherent as he numbly repeated details.

As Slugger gasped, the door of the apartment opened. A blackened form appeared upon the threshold. The Shadow had reached the end of the trail that Slugger’s blood had left for him.

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