Gypsy Vengeance by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
ISBN: 9781608770908
Amazon: 1608770907
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1934-08-15T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XII. WORD TO THE SHADOW

"So Jerwyn wants the money. Eh, Valdo?"

"Yes."

"And he says that Howard Laustin has the gems."

"Yes. He said the girl told Lorenna that her father was keeping them."

"Did you talk to Lorenna?"

"No. Jerwyn was there to stop me when I came into his house. I could not see Lorenna."

This was the conversation that Harry Vincent, agent of The Shadow, overheard as he sat in his room adjoining Rodney Casper's suite.

Neither of the speakers - Casper nor Valdo - knew that their words were audible to a listener. Their talk was passing through a microphone, secretly installed in Casper's living room, to the earphones which Harry Vincent now was wearing.

It was Friday night - less than twenty-four hours after the meeting between Rodney Casper and Howard Laustin. Harry had been off duty Thursday evening, because of Casper's absence from the hotel. Some time before Harry's return, the dictograph had been installed.

Working under new orders that had come through Burbank, Harry had remained at the earphones since morning. He had heard Valdo leave at eight o'clock this evening. Now, one hour later, the gypsy had returned.

The rays of a small table lamp showed the pad upon which Harry was taking shorthand notes of Casper's conversation with Valdo. Harry's eyes were on the pad. His hand was poised, for the conversation had temporarily ended. Yet Harry was still concentrated upon his work - so much so, that he did not sense a living presence close behind him.

A being had entered the room. Keen eyes, peering over Harry's shoulder, were reading the young man's notations. Then, like a spectral shape from the darkness, came a long white hand. Harry Vincent stared as The Shadow's girasol sparkled before his gaze. Fingers clicked the table lamp. The room was plunged in darkness.

Recovered from his momentary start, Harry sat stock-still. The girasol had been The Shadow's token of identity. The agent knew that the master had arrived. Then, while Harry waited, the earphones were lifted from his head. The Shadow was taking up the work which Harry had begun.

THERE had been reason for Rodney Casper's pause. In the next room, the man who sought the Spanish gems was pacing back and forth. The cork-tip of a cigarette was pressed between his shrewdly curled lips. A suave expression showed the trend of Casper's thoughts.

The Shadow could not observe this; but the dictograph served sufficiently. For Casper, his pacing ended, broke forth with a series of remarks that expressed his full thoughts to Valdo.

"Jerwyn thinks that he is clever!" Casper's tone was half a snarl. "He took Lorenna to Laustin's last night. There, Lorenna learned who has the gems. But Jerwyn kept that knowledge to himself.

"I was there, Valdo! That is why I know. I was with Howard Laustin, when his daughter, Shirley, asked him where he had obtained the topaz pendant. I know that Shirley must have passed that word to Lorenna. It was obvious - to me at least - that Lorenna had prompted the girl to question her father.

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