Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 331 by Maxwel l Grant

Author:Maxwel,l Grant
Language: eng
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Mafia."

Cranston stopped. Margo watched her boss. The summation had been complete. Cranston continued his pacing in silence for some time. Then he faced Margo again.

"So, we have some questions. There is still something not quite right about the killing of Faust at the El Capitan. If there isn't something more, why was Max Goleta killed? Lieutenant Moss was not satisfied with the way Faust died, I'm sure of that, and Moss was killed. Who is the woman who killed Moss, and who are the black-jacketed cyclists?"

Cranston frowned. "I particularly don't like the woman at the El Capitan. Goleta swears there was a woman, even was sure she was the one killed. But no woman was found. Instead, Faust was dead. Later the woman came to Lieutenant Moss. A woman named Penny Bell. In the first place she's not the type who would come forward unless she had to. She had a record, she had no reason to help the police. On top of that, Margo, she had been arrested only four weeks ago, and that is strange if she was, as she said, Jimmy Faust's girl. A man like Faust could have protected her, and I don't think he would have gotten mixed up with such a woman--too dangerous."

Margo agreed. "That's a big point, Lamont. A small-time B-girl? For Jimmy Faust? It doesn't sound logical."

"No, not logical at all. And where is she now? Margo, I think that Penny Bell is our key. We have to find her. She has a husband. A woman like her does not disappear easily. No, she has to be somewhere, and we must find her."

"How, Lamont? Max Goleta is dead."

Cranston nodded. "Yes, but someone at the El Capitan must know something. I think, Margo, it is time for The Shadow to visit the El Capitan."

"What about me?"

"You remain here in contact with Burbank. Harry Vincent may call in with information on Turk and his men. Also, I want you to call Commissioner Weston and make my excuses for the crime commission meeting this afternoon. Plead urgent business for my companies. I would like them to think I am a busy amateur anyway."

"All right, Lamont," Margo agreed. "Will you take Stanley?"

"No, Margo, this is work for The Shadow alone. I will take the small car. Tell Stanley I want all known motorcycle clubs in the area checked out. See if any of them fit our unknown young men."

Without another word, the socialite left the room and the suite. He rode down alone in the elevator and merged in the garage beneath the hotel. There he entered a small, black Jaguar. The fast, specially built sports car came out into the sun of Santa Carla. It moved swiftly through the city toward the El Capitan Motel. It moved much too fast for anyone to see that the man behind 46 MARK OF THE SHADOW

the wheel wore a black cloak, had a long hawk nose and fiery eyes that blazed from beneath a wide slouch hat--The Shadow.

The El Capitan Motel was set back from the main highway out of Santa Carla.

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