Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 084 by Maxwel l Grant

Author:Maxwel,l Grant
Language: eng
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CHAPTER XIII. A CASH DEAL

FIFTEEN minutes after The Shadow had given orders to Burbank, a taxi pulled up across the street from the old Hotel Santiago. The driver of the cab was Moe Shrevnitz. Called from his usual uptown stand, the hackie had been ordered here by Burbank. Moe had made the trip in ten minutes of swift travel.

His arrival was expected. A man stepped around from the curb. It was Cliff Marsland; in terse tones, Cliff gave information while Moe listened.

"Hawkeye's not here yet," he said, "but he's due. When he arrives, tell him to cover the back of this old joint. There's a way in from the back."

While Cliff was speaking, another cab stopped a short distance behind Moe's. From it stepped a stooped figure; that of a man with a cane, who carried a fat portfolio beneath his arm.

The keen eyes of Montague Rayne glistened as they spied Moe's cab. Paying his own driver, Rayne hobbled forward with remarkable spryness. He reached the side of Moe's cab and listened.

Neither Cliff nor Moe saw the intruder. Cliff was on the street side of the taxi; Moe's attention was directed to that point. Though The Shadow's agents were speaking in guarded tones, their words were overheard.

"It's Jerry Kobal, all right," Cliff was saying. "He's in Room 508, registered as John Kane. I'll mosey around the lobby a while, to give Hawkeye time to get here."

"I'll be watching for him," returned Moe. "I'll send him to cover the back door."

Cliff strolled away; Moe settled back behind the wheel. At the same moment, Montague Rayne swung away from view. Muffling the clicks of his cane, he headed for the Bowery. Looking off to the right he could see the front of the old hotel, with its grimy lights interspersed with burned-out bulbs. A pleased cackle came to Rayne's withered lips.

Though Moe Shrevnitz did not know it, his cab had been spied quite often lately by those same sharp eyes. Moe had a regular parking place near Times Square; any one who had seen his cab elsewhere might easily have had the luck to spot it at its usual stand.

Moe had figured in the quest for Myram; a proof that he was connected with the search for the scroll.

Moreover, Moe was sometimes lax in watching backward to see if his cab happened to have another on its trail. On this quick trip, he had not once glanced behind to look for followers.

Montague Rayne was hobbling to the rear of the old Hotel Santiago. Once there, he found an obscure entrance. He used it and came to the rear of the lobby.

Cliff Marsland was strolling about, killing time. While Rayne waited, Cliff went on. Rayne hobbled into the lobby, passed a sleepy clerk behind the desk and continued, unnoticed, up a stairway.

IN Room 508, Jerry Kobal was seated at a table, his typewriter set before him. The weary-faced man was working on his story; but the twitching of his face showed that he could not keep his mind to the task.

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