Murder Town by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
Amazon: B0152EOLXA
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1936-06-15T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XII. THE SHADOW'S CLUES

DUSK had settled over Ontranta when Clyde had descended to the lobby. Gloom persisted in the upstairs corridors of the hotel. The bell boy who had accompanied the limping guest found difficulty in locating the door of the correct room. At last he found it and turned on the light.

The bell hop had brought only one bag, and that was a small one. He watched the hawk-faced guest tear open an envelope that he had received at the desk. From it, the arrival extracted two baggage checks and gave them to the bell boy, with a tip.

"My other luggage is at the station," he explained, quietly. "Send these checks down there. When my bags arrive, have them kept at the desk. The name is Cranston. Lamont Cranston."

The attendant departed. The Shadow placed his bag upon the bed. He turned out the light, then opened the satchel. The swish of cloth sounded in the darkness. A few minutes later, the door opened. A cloaked, hatted figure stepped into the gloomy hall.

The Shadow was moving toward Clyde Burke's room. His course was slow; he was walking without his cane. His gloved right hand used the wall as an occasional support, while his left arm, rested limp against his side. The Shadow had recuperated considerably, despite the episodes in which he had engaged since his departure from the hospital.

REACHING Clyde's room, The Shadow used a skeleton key to unlock the door. He entered, closed the door, then drew down the window shade. He pulled the cord of a small table lamp. The glow revealed Clyde's well-padded envelope. Easing his right hand from its glove, The Shadow began a study of the agent's report.

Written lines were in a code which faded as The Shadow completed each page. Clyde had used the special ink required in such important communications. Yet the disappearance of the writing did not trouble The Shadow. Keenly, he was picking out the points which most interested him. Those were the only ones that he required.

With a pen of his own, The Shadow made notations upon a blank sheet. The Shadow was most concerned with Craydon Throy. His name was one that had been definitely concerned with each of the three murdered men. There was significance to that chain. It meant–to The Shadow– that future happenings would concern Throy as well.

It was plain, however, that The Shadow was ready to attach importance to whatever he could learn of Throy. The detail of the millionaire's visit to Dunlon's jewelry store was meager indeed. In fact, Clyde Burke had missed the first part of it. He had merely noted that Throy had made a careful size-up of Dunlon's business and that the magnate had promised the jeweler the opportunity of a visit to display his best gems.

Jewelry–cameo. The two words appeared as The Shadow wrote them on the paper. A link; perhaps a definite one. The words faded. The Shadow delivered a whispered laugh. Impressions such as these might prove consequential.

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