The Shadow 018 Dead Men Live by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1932-11-30T22:55:16+00:00

Tremont did not relish the situation; at the same time, he realized that the plans of his associates would go on, uninterrupted.

Tremont was none too sure of Savette and Orlinov. Crooklike, he, himself would have been willing to sacrifice a companion for his own good. He fancied that Savette and Orlinov would do the same.

What if The Shadow should kill Glade Tremont? They would retain the upper hand. Tremont cursed himself for his folly in coming here.

THE SHADOW’S automatic seemed to beckon. Weakly, Tremont arose and moved in response to the command. The black-gloved hand that held the automatic was close to Tremont’s body. The barrel of the gun was against the lawyer’s ribs.

Tremont trembled as he sensed the touch of the metal. Quivering, he walked from the room, crouching low at The Shadow’s whispered order.

Well did Tremont know the repute of The Shadow. He knew that the mighty hand would not falter in the face of danger. A shot, now, would not be to The Shadow’s liking; nevertheless, that weird personage would not hesitate to use his gun if his commands were disobeyed. The Shadow did not fear the hordes of gangdom.

They reached the bottom of the stairs. Here, The Shadow’s hissing whisper formed one word:

“Stop!”

Tremont obeyed. He listened while The Shadow spoke low and with emphasis. The command was plain.

Tremont was to leave and enter his car; to wait there for The Shadow.

It was the man in black who opened the door. Standing in the gloom, his automatic still a threat, he watched Glade Tremont walk from the house. Then his tall form flitted through the opening. The door closed almost as if the lawyer himself had shut it.

Tremont descended to the drive. His footsteps crunched upon the gravel. The step of the car creaked as he entered the automobile.

He could not see The Shadow - in fact, Tremont dared not look behind him. He entered the car on the side opposite the driver’s seat. As he shut the door, he stared past the wheel. He saw the opposite door closing softly.

The Shadow had tricked him! Instead of keeping him covered, The Shadow had silently flitted past the car to the other side. Noiselessly, invisibly, he had entered. Tremont could see only a mass of black. It indicated The Shadow - behind the steering wheel of the car!

The starter purred. The motor throbbed. The lights of the car came on - with the exception of the dash light. The two men in the car were invisible.

Tremont sensed the boldness of The Shadow’s plan. If anyone had been seen, it must have been Tremont himself. With the car pulling away openly, Biff Towley might be deceived into thinking that Tremont was leaving of his own accord, at the wheel of his coupe.

Tremont suppressed a groan as he realized his hopelessness. Why should Biff suspect that anything was wrong? He and his hounds of the underworld had been watching this house all evening. Only Tremont had been seen to enter.

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