The Shadow 200 Q by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1940-05-31T22:00:00+00:00

From the doorway, Rigger watched the two men approach the practice tee. He reached to a pay telephone that was set against the wall and removed the receiver from the hook. He saw Cleeve tee up a line of golf balls, then wait while a sauntering caddy reached his position, a few hundred yards away.

Garry stroked the golf balls one by one. His drives were good, though some had a slice. The caddy started to gather them up, and Garry stooped to help Gunthrew arrange his tees. By then, Rigger was outside the doorway and starting toward the practice tee.

“Telephone call for Mr. Cleeve!”

Hearing Rigger, Garry turned, saw the fake attendant beckon. Gunthrew finished setting up his golf balls; stood holding the driver, waiting for his companion to return. Garry, meanwhile, was working at the telephone hook, trying to get the operator. Gunthrew did exactly what Rigger expected.

Seeing that his caddy was in position, the mustached man decided to get in all the drives he could while daylight remained. He poised his club, hitched his shoulders as if he intended to make a long drive. Some caddies near the clubhouse laughed. One said:

“Watch Old Walrus dig the dirt!”

Gunthrew swung. He dug the dirt, but in a record-breaking fashion. He didn’t merely chop a divot from the turf. His stroke took the whole tee. He wanted to drive the golf ball out of sight in the gathering dusk.

He did just that, and a great deal more.

Gunthrew vanished with it!

He went in a burst of volcanic flame that seemed to spout from underground. The earth from the practice tee spurted high and wide, like mud from a mighty geyser. Echoes reverberated from surrounding hills, which seemed to shake from the explosion.

When blinded witnesses found that they could use their eyes again, they saw a deep cavity, as large as a shell hole, at the spot where Homer Gunthrew had made his last drive.

CHAPTER XII. MEN IN THE DARK

OF those who witnessed the sudden tragedy, Rigger Shoy alone observed the immediate sequel. Rigger had turned away and shut his eyes when Gunthrew began the fatal swing; the rest hadn’t fully recovered from the dazzle.

Rigger saw a car nose in from the trees along the old road. From its speed, he realized that it had just arrived. In one breath, Rigger cursed Dip Perkin for having made too long a detour, and ended his oath with a chuckle because luck had worked out well.

Luck had done more than Rigger realized at that moment. He was soon to learn how, and why.

Instead of keeping to the road, the car cut across the old fairway and sped up beside the ruined tee.

Other people saw it by that time, but they didn’t consider its maneuver unusual. The riders in the car could have seen the explosion and believed that someone needed aid. Their action seemed commendable.

Four men jumped from the car the moment that it stopped. They sprang into the hole and began to paw around, which was somewhat understandable.

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