Shadow 248 - The Devil's Feud 06-15-42, 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

WITH a cry, Margo leaped in, hoping to intervene. She was swept aside by the rapid action of the duel. Corbey was using a gun left-handed, and had to bring it up and around. He shouldered Margo aside as he wheeled with the weapon.

As for The Shadow, he sent the girl spilling farther, for he was spinning even faster, away from the arc of Corbey’s aim.

At that moment, it seemed that Corbey would surely overtake The Shadow with the gun muzzle before the cloaked fighter could bring his own weapon to aim. The thing that Corbey didn’t expect was the back slash of The Shadow’s hand. It came, carrying the reversed automatic, with a hard, sure stroke, squarely against the borrowed gun in Corbey’s left fist!

Corbey didn’t have a chance to pull the trigger as the automatic went flying from his hand. The best he could do was jab his right hand into his coat pocket, to bring out his own revolver, which he carried there.

Spilled in one corner of the kitchen, Margo saw The Shadow spring the other way, toward the spot where he had knocked the extra automatic.

Instead of pausing to regain the loose gun, The Shadow reached the light switch and pressed it. There was a door just beyond, and Corbey fired at it when the lights went off. A sudden splash of lightning showed the doorway - empty!

Then came a laugh from back within the kitchen. The Shadow hadn’t forgotten his extra gun. He’d simply decided to handle the light switch first. His dive back into the kitchen had bluffed Corbey completely, and before the chauffeur could change his aim, The Shadow talked - with two guns!

Up from the floor, The Shadow’s stabs were directed toward the ceiling. They were purposely harmless, but Corbey didn’t know it. Corbey was diving beneath a table, and when he heard The Shadow’s laugh again, the chauffeur blazed anew at the doorway. The Shadow’s laugh still trailed, with a departing tone that Corbey couldn’t understand until the lightning flashed again.

Strange, the way that blaze seemed clouded, only to clear itself before the flash had ended. Yet the singular occurrence explained itself when eyes turned toward the window. The thing that had blanked the lightning was a black-cloaked shape. The flare was increasing, because that same shape was sweeping out through the window, dropping from sight beyond!

Corbey fired his last shots through the vacant window. With the rumble of thunder that followed the lightning flash came the mockery of a farewell laugh, announcing that Corbey’s prisoner, The Shadow, was gone into the night!

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