The Shadow 010 Hands in the Dark by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1932-04-30T23:00:00+00:00

It was empty! The dome light of the car revealed only the marks of bullets. There was no sign of the unknown passenger.

Craig wondered what had become of the man, and the thought made him uncomfortable. Had he abandoned his rescuer to the thugs, back on the road?

Craig could only ease his mind with the recollection that he had followed orders. It would be folly, now, to return to that scene.

BACK on the road through the woods, a group of crippled men were entering their car. Two of them were badly shot. All but one had suffered wounds.

The unscathed man growled as he stood beside the car, throwing the rays of a searchlight in all directions.

“Got away, all right,” he mumbled, between clenched teeth. “Got away in the car, with the chauffeur!

There’s no use waiting around here any longer. Come on, gang, we’re moving before some of these hick cops show up!”

He climbed into the car and took the wheel. The searchlight was off now; but the glare of the headlights threw a long range of whiteness down the road.

Across the path of the car lay a blot of blackness, a long, oddly-shaped shadow. The driver of the car did not give it a second thought. He took it for the shadow of a tree.

The car moved slowly forward. As it passed the spot where the shadow had been, a long, agile form leaped forward. It would have been invisible in the darkness, except for the fact that it momentarily obscured the rear light of the car.

The vague form attached itself to the back of the vehicle, and remained there while the automobile jolted along the dirt road.

The man in the front seat was muttering incoherent oaths as he drove along. His low voice was drowned by the groans of wounded gangsters. But he did not hear those sounds.

Still ringing in his ears was the peal of a taunting laugh—a laugh that no hardened denizen of New York’s underworld could fail to recognize.

For the laugh that had sounded when the limousine had fled to safety was the triumphant cry of The Shadow. Single-handed, the invisible man of the darkness had won the fight, against tremendous odds!

CHAPTER XIV. THE MENACE OF THE SHADOW

IT was after midnight. A coupe turned from Broadway, above Seventy-second, and stopped before a house on a side street.

Two men alighted. They ascended a pair of steps. One of them unlocked the door to the house. They entered.

One of the men was tall, pasty-faced and stoop-shouldered; but his features wore a look of cold brutality that marked him as a dangerous character. He was “Moose” Shargin, a dominating figure in the affairs of gangland.

Wary, cunning and close-mouthed, Moose Shargin was one who avoided useless feuds. His name was seldom mixed in gang wars. He preyed on the unprotected, and avoided enterprises that would lead to conflict with others of his ilk.

At the same time, Shargin was noted for his determination. Other czars of the badlands never interfered with him.

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