Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 098 by Maxwel l Grant

Author:Maxwel,l Grant
Language: eng
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CHAPTER XIII. CLOAKED RIVALS MEET

MOE SHREVNITZ stopped his cab beside the blank wall of a Brooklyn warehouse, near the side door of a garage. As he extinguished the cab lights, the taxi driver heard the rear door close. The Shadow had stepped from the cab.

A voice whispered from the darkness. Cliff Marsland was here, reporting to The Shadow.

"Zutz lives across the street," informed Cliff. "I tracked him through a pal who works in the garage. Zutz just did a sneak into the garage - to make a telephone call, maybe. I think he made one a short while ago; because he was in the garage before."

The Shadow headed to the garage door. He found a small, hinged entrance in the center of the sliding panel. Entering, The Shadow found a dimly lighted interior. Past a cluster of stored cars was the door of an office. The Shadow approached; he heard a man talking breathlessly across a telephone. It was Louie Zutz, a pasty, rat-faced rowdy.

"Honest, I'm scared!" Louie's voice was a half whine. "I can't get no job at no other joint. There's mugs that are leery about the gag I pulled at the Hilo... Sure, I told Spike Gonley I'd work with you... Yeah, before he took it on the lam for Frisco... Well, I worked for you for a while, didn't I, at the Hilo Club?

"I've doped it that Jake Lassop was working for you at the Club Torreo. What's that? You plugged Jake because he tried a double cross? That don't change matters. One job's all a guy can pull... If those other guys won't go through with it like they promised Spike Gonley, why should I? I ain't no fall guy... What's more, this Shadow racket ain't so hot...

"I wouldn't worry if I ran into The Shadow himself, after seeing the way you pranced around in that black night-shirt... What's that? You want me to think it over and call again in fifteen minutes? All right..."

ZUTZ banged the receiver. Muttering to himself, he turned about. His eyes became goggly. Zutz was staring at The Shadow.

Though he displayed no weapon, The Shadow's hands were ready at the borders of his black cloak.

Zutz forgot his recent boast. His impressions of Corbal, the false Shadow, were dimmed when he saw the real Shadow in person.

"I don't know nothing," whined Zutz, guessing that The Shadow had overheard his telephone call.

"Honest! I was only helping a pal! Spike Gonley said I'd hear from a guy who wanted to knock off the Hilo Club. I did, and the mug told me where to call him. He came rigged up like you; but it was him, not

me, that bumped the copper. I don't even know the number I just called. All I've got is a word the guy gave me. I spell it on the dial when I call him."

Zutz displayed a piece of paper. The Shadow plucked it from his fingers. On the paper, The Shadow read the word: "Calakor." Stepping past Zutz, he picked up a telephone book.

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