Shadow 263 - The Devill Monsters 02-01-43, 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

DASHING out through the hallway, Farman yelled for Grebb’s servants to come along. Harry followed, still hearing the telephone’s jangle, though it was almost drowned by the clatter. Wrenching the front door wide, Farman sprang out to a broad porch ablaze with light shining a welcome for Compeer Chandos. By then, Farman had gone too far with his urge.

Up from the darkness of the front lawn sprang the two mastiffs. They loomed so huge that Farman must have thought he was seeing double in terms of Jed’s devil monster. He couldn’t even shriek when he opened his mouth; his hands, lifted for protection, looked like feeble paws.

Hooking Farman with a sweeping arm, Harry actually hurled him back through the front door and followed with a rolling dive. One of the servants slammed the door just as big forepaws thumped it. A furious scratching dwindled suddenly and a pounding started, accompanied by a man’s frenzied voice.

“Let me in!”

Thinking the mastiffs had seized a victim, Harry yanked the door open. The man outside was Thull; he’d already called the dogs off. But his face was stricken with a horror that surpassed the grotesque. He seemed to be looking through Harry as he shouted to Grebb’s servants:

“The monster killed Althrop! It nearly murdered me! It can travel anywhere, everywhere! It may be coming to get Grebb!”

Hearing sudden growls from the dogs, Thull wheeled quickly about. He shrieked that he saw yellow eyes rising out of the trees. Raising a shotgun he was carrying, Thull howled:

“The devil monster! The thing that kills and laughs!”

Harry saw the eyes blink just before Thull fired. The shotgun’s kick landed Thull in Harry’s arms. Instantly, there came an answer both to Thull’s shout and shot. A weird laugh, throbbing sinister from the trees, that Harry knew to be The Shadow’s!

Perhaps The Shadow was denying the impeachment that he killed by delivering the laugh alone. But Thull didn’t take it that way. Wrenching away from Harry, he reached the front of the porch and let go with the other barrel of the shotgun, straight at the massed blackness where the trailing laugh still echoed!

As the sounds of the gun blast died, there came a silence as heavy as the darkness. Whatever the creature in the night, Thull must have bagged it. The mastiffs believed so, for they were loping across the lawn to fetch whatever Thull had slain.

A silence so complete that it seemed final to Harry Vincent; a soundless death knell for his chief, The Shadow!

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