The House That Vanished by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
ISBN: 9781608770465
Amazon: 160877046X
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1935-10-15T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XII. FROM THE NIGHT

BEYOND the door that Daggart had left open was a further hall. It was the twin of the corridor by which Lanford had come to this meeting room. Daggart's footsteps had died; now, after a brief-lapse, foot-falls were returning.

All eyes were toward that door as Myra Dolthan appeared. Standing on the threshold, the girl gazed inquiringly toward Taussig Kermal. Then she spied Fred Lanford.

Her eyes showed involuntary surprise as she recognized him as one of the men to whom she had given a warning.

"Come in, Myra," requested Kermal, in a kindly tone. "I want you to meet Mr. Lanford. He was one of the strangers who came to the other house. Do you remember him?"

"I do," replied Myra, nodding slowly. The girl's face had paled; but its color was returning as she advanced into the room. "I - I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Lanford."

"I am pleased to meet you, Miss Dolthan," returned Lanford. He had risen and was bowing. "Very pleased."

"Your friend?" inquired Myra. "Where is he?"

"Jay Goodling?" laughed Lanford. "Back in town, where he belongs. Wondering where I am, I suppose."

"You see, Myra" - Kermal caught the girl's attention - "I told you the exact truth when I said that no harm had befallen those two strangers. We did not hold them as prisoners. They were released by Croy. Both of them returned to Sheffield.

"Mr. Lanford came here tonight, after a chance meeting with Croy. I must admit that there was a misunderstanding; but after Croy brought Lanford here, I explained matters. Lanford is our guest; not our prisoner."

Myra Dolthan appeared relieved. Fred Lanford smiled. This was certainly the girl whom he had met on Saturday night. He had remembered Myra's countenance from the vague light of the old house. Here, where he could see her face more plainly, he was absolutely sure of her identity.

Myra Dolthan was attired in the same dark traveling costume that she had been wearing that other night. Her voice was the same; the darkness of her hair produced the same contrast against the whiteness of her face.

"I was worried about you, Mr. Lanford," explained Myra, as she seated herself in a chair. "Mr. Kermal and Doctor Claig assured me that you and your friend were uninjured. But I knew that there had been a scuffle after you had failed to heed my warning."

"Mr. Lanford was concerned about your safety, Myra," put in Claig, with his dry tone. "So Mr. Kermal decided that it would be best for you to meet."

"You see, Myra," stated Kermal, "I have made certain statements to Mr. Lanford. I feel convinced that he believes what I have told him; but your corroboration would be most welcome."

"May I ask Miss Dolthan some questions?" queried Lanford, facing Kermal boldly.

"Certainly," replied the lawyer. "Myra" - he stared toward the girl - "you may answer any questions that Mr. Lanford asks."

THE girl nodded. Her eyes were looking straight toward Kermal. The Shadow, watching from the curtains, could see the fixed, almost hypnotic stare that had come over Myra's expression.

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