The Shadow 154 The Golden Vulture by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1938-07-21T22:00:00+00:00

Pen and the hand remained motionless until these three words also vanished.

Then they withdrew from the light. The flash extinguished.

When the beam of light appeared a few seconds later, it was inside a closet.

The glow slanted to the floor, focusing on a large trunk and many pieces of luggage piled thereon. Finally it rested on a huge brown-leather suitcase.

This

was carried to a spot near the table. The case was unlocked. A flexible, silk-covered pair of wires were carried from it to an electric light socket.

The

ends of the wires were fitted with a standard light plug.

Several vacuum tubes immediately lighted in the case. The hand adjusted a few knobs and dials. A faint and continuous hum of mechanism came from the case.

The container was closed and locked, with the apparatus still in operation.

The Shadow returned to the closet for another piece of luggage. A worn black Gladstone, this time. He took the Gladstone to a table and unlocked it.

A

small portable radio receiving set of great sensitivity was disclosed. There was a loop aerial of the directional type, which plugged into a jack.

A slender hand removed a headset from a recess and adjusted it. The tubes in the radio glowed. The supple fingers set the dials so the pointers indicated a tiny figure on each.

The figure was: “1.”

Next, the directional loop aerial was swung slowly. Several adjustments of fractional degrees were made before the loop was aligned satisfactorily.

The beam of the flash widened. A jeweled compass and a large paper map appeared in the glow. The map was a highly detailed chart of Miami and such parts of Florida and the Atlantic ocean as lay within a radius of fifty miles.

The map was adjusted by the compass. Then the hand, with a quick stroke, drew a perfectly straight line across the paper - the line going in the exact direction the loop aerial of the radio pointed.

Then map, compass and radio were swiftly made ready for transportation.

Carrying them, The Shadow opened the door and walked boldly down a flight of creaking stairs.

IN the fitfully lighted street near by stood a rickety orange-hued taxicab.

The Shadow placed the black Gladstone, the compass and the chart in the cab.

He

eased behind the wheel. The motor started, the taxi moved away.

The engine of the cab ran very smoothly for such a dilapidated-looking machine. This old taxi was in reality one of The Shadow’s fast-moving conveyances.

On the outskirts of the city, the cab stopped. With motions amazingly speedy, The Shadow set up the portable radio receiver and aligned the directional loop aerial. Compass and map came into use.

Another quick line was drawn across the chart.

The Shadow’s finger rested on the spot where the two lines intersected.

The

spot was the ruins in the midst of the treacherous swamp. There was no doubt of

it. On the map the finger traced words. “O’Hallihan is there,” they read.

Then a low, terrible laugh came from The Shadow, a sound which a stranger would have sworn could have been made by no earthly being.

The Shadow had located O’Hallihan.

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