The Shadow 204 by Maxwell Grant

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

A BIG-TONED voice brought The Shadow from his reverie. Barney Kelm had arrived; the bluff-faced fight promoter was receiving a welcome. When Breddle shook hands, Barney clapped a broad hand on the jeweler’s shoulder.

“Sorry my boys weren’t down at your place,” declared Barney. “They’d have stopped Flush Tygert in a hurry. They’ve been talking about him all afternoon. Say - if we could only locate Flush, I’d like to let them loose on him. They’re like a pack of wolves, those boys, when I let them loose!”

Weston was introducing his friend Cranston. Barney gave The Shadow a powerful grip. Seating himself at the table, Barney tilted his derby hat back over his head and began to look at the police reports. Mention of his own name pleased him.

“So I’m a public hero,” he chortled. “That’s swell! They’ll be pointing me out when I walk along Broadway. You know, I was thinking of moving that gymnasium of mine. I didn’t like it, because my boys were so close to Lody’s.

“A bad influence, that place, but I’m glad I stayed. A good thing that I was there. Good, too, that I keep an eye on whatever is happening. When I heard that shooting, I knew that something big was up. I took a look outside and saw Lody’s door bust open. When those rats tried to put the cops on the spot, I knew it was up to me to stop them.”

Barney’s bluster was rather painful to old Breddle, who was still thinking in terms of his lost diamonds. Cranston, too, seemed bored by all the palaver. When Breddle decided to leave, the commissioner’s friend went along. In the foyer, Cranston paused to make a phone call, then went out to his limousine.

Inside the big car, he slid open the drawer beneath the rear seat and rapidly cloaked himself in black garments. Watching from the window, he saw old Breddle turn the corner, walking toward the subway. Opening a door with one hand, The Shadow reached for the speaking tube with the other. He spoke to the chauffeur, using Cranston’s tone.

“I think I shall remain at the Club, Stanley,” said The Shadow. “See if you can overtake Mr. Breddle before he reaches the subway. Tell him that this is my car, and that I instructed you to take him wherever he wants to go.”

Stanley heard the slight slam of the rear door and started the limousine forward. It happened that the closing door was on the street side of the car. The figure that left the limousine wasn’t Cranston’s. It was The Shadow who whisked himself away toward the darkness across the street.

While Stanley thought that Cranston had actually gone back to the club, the doorman and others on the sidewalk supposed that he had left in his limousine. Instead, The Shadow had taken up an unsuspected vigil. Obscured in the opposite darkness, he was watching the entrance of the Cobalt Club!

A taxicab coasted into sight. It stopped when the driver saw a tiny red gleam from a special three-colored flashlight.

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