Hidden Death by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
Amazon: B004148N5K
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1932-09-02T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XII. DEATH TO THE SHADOW!

THE hordes of gangdom were out for blood. Old feuds had been abandoned to-night. There was but one objective toward which every mobsman was working.

“Death to The Shadow!”

That was the whispered battle slogan. It had begun at the Black Ship shortly after Homer Briggs had gone. It had spread as though carried by the wind.

While Harry had been calling Burbank, to tell of Homer's hideout, evil tongues had been uttering the same message in every quarter of the underworld!

Hidden dives had disgorged their quota of mobsters. Hard-visaged, snarling demons of the bad lands were gathering, intent upon a single purpose.

To-night, some one would gain the highest fame that the underworld could offer. The man who killed The Shadow could ask his own reward!

The archenemy of evil was doomed. The trap had been laid.

Somehow, every gat wielder knew, word must have gone to the mysterious man in black, whose eyes and ears were everywhere. But this snare had been timed. Word had been withheld until the proper moment.

The Shadow, it was known, went to his objectives as soon as he had learned of their location.

The knowledge that Moose Glutz's old pawnshop was where he could find the cringing Homer Briggs was something The Shadow would never ignore.

Even though he might exercise caution, it was conceded that he would prowl in that neighborhood soon after Briggs had returned to the hideout.

The scheme had come from Hank Farley–one of the craftiest of all gangsters, a man whose games were so big that his activities were invariably few and far between.

Homer Briggs, picayune crook, was not waiting there alone. Hank Farley would be with him!

Even should The Shadow reach his objective, Hank would be sure to put up a fight. Gangsters galore were assembling, working as though in unison, stationing themselves at intervals.

If they missed The Shadow going in–they would get him coming out!

Every alleyway hid snipers. Every parked car concealed sinister mobsmen. Every obscure doorway held its guntoter.

The area surrounding the abandoned pawnshop was like a huge net. No man could have walked through that mesh and lived.

Many fingers rested on hair triggers. Should any one appear who might be taken for The Shadow, death would be his!

The entrance to the basement of the old pawnshop was at the end of a short blind alley. It was a tiny cul-de-sac, no deeper than twenty feet. No one was in that spot.

All were wise enough to avoid it. For that–in all probability– would be The Shadow's place of death. The single opening in the brick-walled alcove was a door, which was locked.

Beneath that door was the room where Farley waited with Homer Briggs.

No less than twenty revolvers and automatics were trained upon that black space. The Shadow could enter it only from the street. Then the gats would blaze.

Should he manage to open the locked door, and pass within, he would not only encounter the indomitable Hank Farley–he would have no other means of escape except by the door

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