The Shadow 255 The Devil's Partner by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1942-09-30T22:00:00+00:00

THE SHADOW departed. He found the library exactly suited to his convenience. At one end, close to a recessed window, was a shallow alcove with a table. Nearby was an ornamental screen.

The Shadow moved the screen closer to the table. He placed it in such a way that it seemed to give him added privacy. What it actually did was to cut off a view of the window from the doorway of the room.

Ringing for Pellman, The Shadow pointed carelessly to the volume he had drawn from a shelf, asked for pen and paper.

“I am going to make some notes.”

“Very good, Mr. Cranston,” Pellman said.

He departed quickly, returned in a moment. Cranston yawned sleepily.

“Oh, by the way, I wish you’d present my apologies to Mr. Minter. Tell him that I’m quite tired, and that as soon as I finish a half hour or so of note-taking, I shall retire to bed. Tell Mr. Minter and the other guests that I shall join them at breakfast in the morning. You’ll find them in the billiard room.”

“Very good, sir,” Pellman said. He left the room, closing the door softly to insure privacy.

Lamont Cranston waited a moment, then he left the screened alcove for another part of the dimly lit library. He vanished for possibly sixty seconds. When his figure reappeared, he had ceased being Lamont Cranston. He had changed to the black-robed personality of The Shadow.

The window of the library lifted quietly. The Shadow slipped noiselessly over the sill and dropped to the dark turf below. It was a short jump. The library was on the ground floor of the mansion. The Shadow left the window open. The alcove screen hid that fact from within.

Threading a swift, soundless path through the shrubbery that flanked the side of the house, The Shadow reentered Minter’s Long Island mansion by another window. He was now in the private study of his host.

He didn’t turn on any lights. In the darkness of the room, a tiny beam of brilliance glowed briefly. It came from a flashlight hardly any thicker in diameter than a pencil. It pointed toward a corner of the room, moved quickly across the metal expanse of a safe. Then it blinked out.

In darkness, The Shadow approached the safe.

He was anxious to have a look at the contents of that safe. The note he had found in the pocket of the pool table had told The Shadow an ugly fact. Money that Jonah Minter had collected to pay an unknown blackmailer was due to be paid tonight!

The Shadow was anxious to discover the exact sum in the safe. He also hoped to find other information.

Shielded by darkness, he made no betraying sounds. Sensitive fingertips and acute hearing were the sole tools employed by The Shadow. He worked carefully with these two coordinated senses. He worked swiftly.

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