The Shadow 024 Six Men of Evil by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant [Grant, Maxwell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1933-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

Tonight, in conformity with his method, Boots Marcus produced a larger envelope than the one that had come by mail. Upon its face he wrote the name of Craig Kimble. He looked at the picture postcard, and used the name of the New Orleans hotel as the address on the envelope which he was inscribing. Then he inserted the letter that Pasty had brought, and sealed the large envelope.

As he completed the duty, Boots Marcus shrugged his shoulders. Opening a drawer in the table, he tossed the post card within.

After affixing a stamp, Boots placed the envelope in his pocket. He arose from his chair and walked away from the window. He glanced upward in an absent-minded fashion, and stood stock-still.

Facing him, from just within the door, Boots Marcus saw a man clad in black. Tall, weird, and imposing, this personage might have come through the floor, so unnoticed had his entrance been. A long, flowing cloak hung from the visitor’s shoulders. A broad-brimmed hat obscured his features. Only his eyes were visible as they shone with penetrating gaze.

It was not the eyes alone, however, that impressed Boots Marcus. In an outstretched, black-gloved hand, the stranger held a huge automatic. The muzzle of the weapon yawned like the entrance of a tunnel as Boots viewed it with alarm.

The gang leader never budged when he saw that he was covered. The only change that came over him was a pallor that swept his face.

For Boots Marcus, man of the underworld, knew that he was in the power of The Shadow!

IT was an axiom in the bad lands that a meeting such as this was a sure forerunner of death. Boots Marcus, engaged only in wolfish battles with others of his ilk, had felt himself somewhat immune from The Shadow’s wrath.

But it was also known that the ways of The Shadow were mysterious. He seldom gave a reason when he struck. Hence, Boots Marcus, petrified by sudden terror, felt the sign of approaching doom.

A low, soft laugh came from The Shadow’s hidden lips. Whatever doubt Boots had entertained regarding the identity of this phantom being were now dispelled. That laugh carried an unearthly echo.

Boots had heard talk of The Shadow’s laugh. Now he had heard the chilling tones themselves. The gang leader shuddered.

“Go back to where you were,” came The Shadow’s voice, in solemn, whispered tones. “Sit down - by the window. I have questions to ask you.”

Boots Marcus obeyed mechanically. For the first moment since he had seen The Shadow, he felt a touch of relief. The eerie whisper was fearful; but its words at least offered a chance for parley.

“I ain’t done nothin’ against you,” began Boots, in a choking, fear-tinged tone. “What d’ya got against me?

I ain’t never even as much as tried to buck The Shadow -“

A repetition of the laugh curbed the plea that Boots was making. The laugh was sinister now. Its foreboding tones made Boots decide that silence was in order.

“You have recognized me.” The Shadow’s words came in a weird monotone.

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