The Shadow - 307 - Happy Death Day by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1946-08-31T22:00:00+00:00

The Shadow, hidden in a deep black, formless blob, was within arm’s reach.

The searchlight spotlighted the frightened face of Uncle Harry. He looked even more pathetic than usual as he simpered in the light. “Now that you have caught

me, perhaps you’ll help me find what I’ve been looking for!”

“Help ye, why ye scut! I ought to bring ye down to the fish tank and give ye a goin’ over! Instead of that… I’ll take ye back and tuck you in yer little bed. What was it ye was after lookin’ for?”

“Why, for parts of my telescope that were not destroyed in the fire. If I don’t find them I am afraid I am never going to see the moon and I must… I simply must…”

The cop shook Harry the way a terrier would worry a rabbit and said, “Git along wid ye before I forget me manners and hustle ye with the tip of me toe!”

He snorted, “Moon!”

The anxious little voice of Harry sounded even more pathetic compared to the robust healthiness of the policeman’s as he said, “But you don’t understand, anyone can see the moon. The telescope I am building will let you see the people on the moon. The men and women, their children, the animals…

everything, every detail of lunar life!”

The cop looked confused for a moment and then said, “Ye had me going. Ye said that so calm-like that I almost believed ye! Now git along wid ye and save

the fairy tales!”

The Shadow waited till the strange twosome had walked a distance away and then, thoughtfully, walked back the way he had come, towards the cab.

Once in it, he said, “Harry Vincent’s hotel.”

“Sure thing. Dis burg is quite a town, ain’t it? Dat lake, everything along it. Dose people what live in dem houses, its like living in a summer resort. Dey come home from work on the el, change into a bathin’ suit, walk a half a block and in dey go! What a racket!”

The Shadow let Shrevvie ramble on. He knew the whole set up, knew how each

thing had been done. How and with what diabolical cleverness the killer had operated… but proof… that was another thing. That was up to The Shadow and Harry Vincent to produce.

IN Room 303, Harry Vincent was preparing for bed. He yawned, his eyes closing as he stretched his arms. When he opened his eyes, his mentor was there, standing in front of him.

He cut the yawn off midway and said, “Things are starting to pop, aren’t they?”

The Shadow nodded. “They’re going to pop even faster now! I want you to look up two things for me. I want the names of the architects who built the modern home that the family is living in now, and I would like to see a copy of

the will that Mrs. Lively left.”

“Will do,” said Vincent. “Any rush on it?”

“Yes. For I may be able to forestall another death if I can get the information I need quickly enough. The killer has a long list… but that list is getting shorter and shorter.

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