The Shadow 093 by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

SOON after the telephone call, two men entered the outer office. One was a man of military air, firm-jawed, with a pointed mustache above straight lips. This was Police Commissioner Ralph Weston. His companion was Joe Cardona. Vic Marquette had not come with them.

The two were ushered into Zarbrock’s private office. Five minutes passed. A tall, calm-faced visitor arrived in the outside office. He introduced himself as Lamont Cranston. It was only five-thirty; the girl asked the visitor to wait. Cranston seated himself upon a corner bench.

Ten minutes of six. Weston and Cardona came from their appointment with Zarbrock. They were speaking in low tones as they passed through the outer office. Neither noticed the inconspicuous visitor waiting in the corner.

It was well that they did not, for Weston might have been surprised to see his friend Lamont Cranston here. The commissioner and the globe-trotter were well acquainted.

Buzzed sentences reached keen ears. Though terse, those brief words carried important information as they passed between Weston and Cardona.

“Tell no one except Marquette, Cardona. We must keep Zarbrock’s information confidential.”

“Certainly, commissioner. I’ll see Marquette downstairs.”

“Zarbrock seems positive that this man Hagrew is Dirk Bardo’s closest pal.”

“I wouldn’t have linked the two of them, commissioner.”

“Was Hagrew’s name on Marquette’s list?”

“No. This will be real news for Marquette.”

Weston and Cardona went out into the hall. The figure of Lamont Cranston remained motionless, so silent, in fact, that the girl forgot to notify Zarbrock of the visitor. It was not surprising that this calm-faced personage could remain inconspicuous. The supposed Lamont Cranston was none other than The Shadow.

A buzz from the switchboard. Zarbrock calling for Freth. The girl inserted a plug and rang. One minute later, dapper Jack came from his own office and entered Zarbrock’s. The Shadow’s keen eyes sparkled. The firm lips of Lamont Cranston formed a slight smile.

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