The Shadow 003 The Shadow Laughs by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1931-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

“Nobody else here?”

“Only the fellow who got away.”

“What did he look like?”

“A thug,” volunteered the square-jawed secret-service man who had led the raiders. “Tough egg.

Medium height, thick lips, twisted nose, dark complexion. Wore old trousers and a dirty gray sweater.

Better turn in a report on him, officer. I’d recognize him.

“Couldn’t see him in the dark,” put in one of the men who had been upstairs. “He was wearing a black coat.”

“He picked that up down here,” explained the first agent.

“Who was he?” demanded one of the government men, turning to Doc Birch. “A friend of yours?”

“Boloney,” snarled the pawnbroker. “You fellows let him get away. He was in with you. Planted the plates; that’s what he did. You’re framing me.”

His protests were ignored. The policeman made a few notations on a pad. He left the building, and the secret-service men followed with their captive.

Reaching the street, they took Doc Birch to a car. Two of them remained after the others had gone.

“Let’s take a look back of the house, Jim,” said one. “Maybe that tough guy’s hiding there.”

“All right. Where’s the cop?”

“He went around that direction. I told him to look.”

The two men entered the alley. They came to a space behind the house, and one of them, probing in an obscure corner, uttered a loud exclamation of surprise.

“Here’s a fellow tied up, Jim!”

The other man joined him. Under their flashlights they saw the form of a policeman, his coat draped over his shoulders; his cap lying on the ground.

“Looks like somebody knocked him cold! It isn’t the cop that was with us. Wonder where he came from?”

The officer came to life as they propped him against the wall. He looked at both men in a daze.

“Where’s the guy?” he questioned.

“Who do you mean?”

The policeman rubbed his head as he looked upward at the second floor of Doc Birch’s house. He pointed as he spoke.

“Heard a racket up there,” he explained. “Fellow was coming out the window when I got here. Landed on my neck before I could pull my gun. Took my coat and my gun while I was woozy. Then I took a swing at him. Boy, what a wallop he handed me!”

His hand went to his jaw.

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