The Shadow 110 Jibaro Death by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1936-09-21T22:00:00+00:00

Passing through the gates, The Shadow headed for the old mansion. He reached the house, kept onward and arrived at the mausoleum. There, he made a brief inspection; he carried away the sledge hammer that he had left. Going to the rear of the white-walled building, he found the spot where he had drilled the air hole into the vault. The Shadow covered all traces of the work after he had drawn the six-foot pipe from the ground. Carrying odd lengths of pipe, he returned to the toolhouse and stacked the articles there.

Waiting under the shelter of the toolhouse roof, The Shadow listened for tokens of an approach. Time passed slowly amid the drizzle; yet The Shadow scarcely moved from his position. After an hour, he heard a stealthy, creeping sound from a spot close by. Silently, The Shadow moved through the rain.

Ghoulish visitants had arrived; enemies against whom The Shadow did not care to risk a battle under these circumstances. He knew who the stealthy men must be. They were Jibaro headhunters, sent here by Zenjora. Though The Shadow had sensed their presence, he knew that these jungle lurkers could use darkness almost to equal advantage with himself.

Unquestionably, they would be equipped with poisoned shafts. Moreover, they had subtle ways of teamwork. One might purposely risk a sound, in order to bring an enemy to encounter him. Another would be lurking, ready for his prey. The Shadow could not tell how many of Zenjora’s strange tribesman were present.

Had this been an emergency, The Shadow would have chanced battle despite the odds against him.

Present conditions, however, gave him a reason to desist from a fray. He knew why Quinqual and others had been sent back to the old estate. Zenjora had ordered them to investigate the mausoleum, to learn if the seal upon the vault was still intact.

The Shadow wanted the Jibaros to find that seal; to carry back the report that Alvarez and Lynn Jefford must be dead in the tomb that Zenjora had provided for them. Hence, The Shadow kept under cover, although he approached close to the mausoleum.

NEAR the whitened building, The Shadow heard a slight stir. A dozen minutes passed; he recognized that creeping men had met in darkness. He heard slight sounds as they moved away. One - Quinqual, perhaps - had descended to the vault, then come out to join a watcher, possibly Incos. Satisfied that the vault had not been entered, the Jibaros were leaving to report to Zenjora that The Shadow had learned nothing.

Through darkness, The Shadow followed the Jibaros. At times, he lost their trail, for those jungle tribesmen often moved with the stealth of panthers. Knowing that they would be returning to the road, The Shadow managed to close in each time he was temporarily at loss. Always, he caught some new sound in the night.

The Shadow reached the road. There he heard no more sounds until a motor throbbed suddenly from beyond the gates. Moving swiftly beneath the fringe of trees, The Shadow reached a coupe just as it was starting out into the road.

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