The Shadow 246 Death's Bright Finger by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1942-04-30T22:00:00+00:00

The hair stiffened along Vincent’s scalp. He wasn’t anxious to match his gun against that deadly beam of molten silver from the fingertip of a criminal genius. But Harry had nerve. The Shadow had given him orders. Those orders would be obeyed!

He reached the basement of the apartment building without making a sound.

Dawn Reed was somewhere ahead of him. He could hear the click of her heels through the darkness.

She was hurrying swiftly toward the concrete steps of the service entrance. Moving warily after her, Harry saw her dim figure halt at the foot of the sidewalk steps.

She waited there for a moment, rigid and silent.

Harry advanced noiselessly, inch by inch. He was as close to the girl as he dared to get, when he heard a faint whisper behind him. It was almost inaudible, but Harry’s muscles tensed as he heard it. It was the quick, indrawn breath of a man!

Harry started to whirl on his toes. But before his brain could telegraph the order to his muscles, he became suddenly immovable.

A palm clapped over Harry’s mouth. Other hands tightened viciously around his throat. Strangled, Harry felt his feet leave the floor under the silent assault of two hidden foes.

He tried to bite the hand that covered his mouth. He failed because something struck him over the skull with stunning force, dazing him.

In a twinkling, Vincent was lowered silently to the dark floor of the basement. The hands at his throat never stopped squeezing. The other assailant grabbed at Harry’s legs to hold them rigid.

The grab was made an instant too late. Harry was writhing in agony from the throttling pressure on his throat. He kicked spasmodically. His feet drummed against the base of the concrete wall where the killers had ambushed him.

There was a sudden cry from the sidewalk exit. The cry came from Dawn Reed. She had heard the scuffling sound of Harry’s feet. Whirling, she caught a vague glimpse of the desperate battle between Vincent and his two captors.

Dawn turned to flee. With the case of gems in her grasp, she darted up the cellar steps toward freedom.

One of the thugs uttered an oath. He sprang toward the fleeing girl.

The thug with the grip on Harry’s throat held on. Harry didn’t have a chance to do much, even against this single adversary. The weight of the strangler kept Harry jammed flat on the cellar floor.

Tight fingers around Harry’s windpipe had already made The Shadow’s agent semiconscious. His lungs were bursting with agony. Swiftly, the agony began to fade into blackness.

Vincent failed to see that the pursuing thug had caught Dawn. Halfway up the cellar steps, he clutched her and hurled her backward with one savage jerk.

Dawn’s head struck the concrete floor. The bag fell from her relaxed grasp. She tried weakly to reach for a hidden gun, but the thug kicked her viciously.

He snatched up her gem bag. For an instant, he had it. Then he didn’t!

A sudden, ominous sound made his jaw gape. His surprised fingers let go of the handle of the stolen bag.

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