The Shadow 102 by Maxwell Grant

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

THE big car took to a side road, curved beneath the looming bulk of a high hill and entered a broad gate. It followed a driveway and pulled up in front of a large mansion. The Shadow alighted with Chadron, who dismissed the chauffeur. The Shadow watched the limousine swing past the house and roll into a four-car garage.

Chadron’s house seemed gloomy when they entered it. The sun had settled beneath the huge hill that flanked the large estate. There was a servant in the darkened hall; Chadron told him that there would be a guest for dinner. Then the mill owner led The Shadow to a secluded room at the side of the house. Turning, on the lights. Chadron displayed a desk and file cabinets.

“We have everything here, Mr. Arnaud,” he declared. “Even to models of the latest machinery in use at the plant. These blue prints” - he brought an envelope from a cabinet - “show the complete arrangements of our electric installations. Here are plans of the entire plant; also lists of the employees, with their full records.”

The Shadow had seated himself at the desk. He took the envelopes as Chadron extended them. As The Shadow spread papers on the desk, Chadron smiled wisely.

“I have assumed, Mr. Arnaud.” he stated, “that you are an expert in these matters. Though you have not declared yourself to be a special investigator, the circumstances of your visit have caused me to believe that you are one.”

The Shadow delivered a slight smile. Looking up, he nodded; then went back to work. Chadron took a chair beside the desk. As The Shadow made quiet queries, Chadron answered them.

The Shadow looked up from a set of diagrams. He had completed a thorough survey; he noted that darkness had settled meanwhile. Pointing to the diagram before him, The Shadow made comment.

“All of your machinery,” he stated, “is geared to a low current. I observe that each circuit is controlled by a separate transformer.”

“That is correct, Mr. Arnaud.”

“Your current, of course, comes from the local powerhouse -”

“Yes. That is why the transformers are necessary.”

The Shadow nodded. He had seen the transformer boxes outside the large rooms with their long rows of steadily humming machines.

“Suppose,” suggested The Shadow, “that there were no transformers to reduce the current. The effect, as I see it, would be chaos. Machines would speed up; flywheels would be loosened; belts would snap. The damage would be instantaneous and tremendous! Hundreds of workers would be trapped at their looms!”

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