The Shadow 030 The Death Giver by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1933-05-15T22:00:00+00:00

Poison contained in shattering globes.

Gas contained in self-destroying envelopes.

Death by liquid. Death by vapor.

The writing was in ink. Letter by letter, these notations began to disappear. That was the way when The Shadow inscribed his thoughts. The ink that he used was a chemical fluid that evaporated in the air.

A final remark appeared upon the blank sheet:

Find the man whom The Death Giver threatens. Tomorrow.

The writing glared blue; then faded. The light clicked out. A tiny spot of illumination appeared as a set of ear phones were drawn across the table. Burbank’s quiet voice came over the wire.

The Shadow spoke instructions. Burbank’s responses followed. The conversation ended. The little signal disappeared. A swish came through the darkness as The Shadow moved across the sanctum.

Then came the laugh. A strange, sinister shudder awoke reverberations throughout that silent room. The laugh rose to a strident, mocking cry. Invisible walls threw back the eerie sound. When the quivering mirth had ended with a myriad of ghoulish echoes, The Shadow was gone.

Tomorrow. The Shadow had planned. Tomorrow, his amazing mind would meet the challenge of The Death Giver!

Where Joe Cardona had placed useless watchers, seeking for a needle in a haystack, The Shadow would use scientific skill.

Tomorrow, he would trace the man over whom the threat of death was impending. Through that man, The Shadow would follow the trail back to Thade, The Death Giver!

CHAPTER X. EYES OF THE SHADOW

SHORTLY before eight o’clock the next morning, a light coupe with a boxlike extension at the rear, pulled up on a side street in Manhattan. Just around the corner was the entrance to the little arcade where tragedy had arrived the day before.

A lank individual, whose most noticeable articles of apparel were checkered cap and leather puttees, stepped to the curb. He looked about, spied a man approaching him, and put forth a query:

“You Mr. Vincent?”

“Yes,” replied the man who had been waiting. “I’ve been expecting you. All ready to take the shots?”

“Sure thing.”

Harry Vincent watched the man in puttees open the rear of the car to unlimber a camera apparatus.

“Let’s see what time your watch shows,” he said.

The camera man exhibited his wrist watch. It corresponded with Harry’s timepiece. Seven fifty-two.

“Get this right,” ordered Harry; “I want a continuous series of shots beginning at eight ten and running until eight twenty-five. Keep yourselves inconspicuous. I want to get pictures of this arcade just like it is every morning.”

“What about sound apparatus?”

“There won’t be any. I’m preparing a script for an announcer who will talk along with the pictures.”

“I get you. Showing them the scenes where these mysterious deaths occurred and -“

“That’s the idea exactly. I want continuous shots so I can pick out a suitable length of film.”

“What about in the arcade itself?”

“That will come later,” declared Harry. “I’ve got another cameraman for that. Just a close-up shot of the spot where this fellow Bradley dropped dead. We’ll get that when the crowd has thinned.”

A few minutes later, Harry Vincent left in a taxi

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