Shadow 155 - Death Jewels 08-01-38, The by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street and Smith
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

UNQUESTIONABLY, this house could be approached by land as well as water. That signified a road coming from the back, particularly since the driveway curved around the house. Reggie had first come here by car. He probably expected that The Shadow would do the same, for the sequel to the boathouse episode was something that remained unguessed by the crooks.

Therefore, pickets were along the road in back. They were waiting to flash the word of any invader, so that men in the house would be prepared.

Coming from the little cove, The Shadow had nullified those precautions. His best move was to enter the house from the front, before the enemy guessed that he was near. The big front door was a logical path of entry, but The Shadow didn’t care to use it until he learned more about the premises.

The porch beside which he crouched was high. The space underneath it was screened by a lattice, nailed loosely in place. Silently, The Shadow removed that flimsy barrier. He wedged through, drew the lattice to its original position. Under the porch he used the flashlight, keeping it muffled in the folds of his cloak.

A stone foundation marked the actual house front. It had no windows, but The Shadow found two narrow slits as ventilators for the cellar. He thrust one arm through the first opening; his head followed. His shoulders could not get past.

Musty silence lay within. It was worth investigation, for the space was certainly empty. Even a man’s low breathing could have been heard in those confines. Tilting the flashlight downward, The Shadow focused it to spread the beams.

With the light’s glimmer, he saw a narrow ledge; as he shoved his arm beyond it, craning his head forward, he viewed a hideous pit below.

This portion of the cellar was a solid-walled square hole, a full fifteen feet in depth. The floor was a dozen feet square; from it came a multitude of reflections. The floor was fitted with upright spikes - long, pointed spears that jutted to a three-foot height.

Those poles were steel. They were spaced about a foot apart. They covered every sector of the floor. Their tapering points came to a needle sharpness. As The Shadow steadied his light upon a grayish object, he saw insidious proof of the trap’s efficiency.

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