The Shadow - 126 - Treasure Trail by Maxwell Grant

Author:Maxwell Grant
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1937-04-30T22:00:00+00:00

The reporter was at police headquarters. Joe Cardona had just received a call from Commissioner Weston. Instructions were for Joe to meet his chief at the Cobalt Club. Something was hot.

The earphones went to the wall. The sanctum light was blotted with a twist of The Shadow’s fingers.

Silence reigned in the darkened room. The Shadow was on his way to intercept the meeting.

TWENTY minutes later, Lamont Cranston alighted from his limousine in front of the Cobalt Club. As he strolled to the entrance, he saw Cardona standing just inside the door. Cranston paused for a leisurely handshake. With a smile, he inquired:

“Where is Commissioner Weston?”

“An easy guess, Mr. Cranston,” chuckled Cardona. “The only reason I’d be here would be to meet the commissioner. He’s due any minute, and maybe” - Cardona looked about warily, to make sure that no one else was near - “maybe he’s got some new dope on the Cray case. He was up to see Baybrook.

Called me from there, in fact.”

Cranston looked ready to stroll away. Cardona urged him to remain, sure that Weston would be glad to see him.

Such was the case when the commissioner arrived, a few minutes later. His car was outside; seeing Cranston, he wanted him to come along with Cardona. In the car, they found Baybrook. Weston gave the chauffeur an address on Twenty-fifth Street.

The number was the house where Curtin Weed lived; the very place that Hawkeye was covering for The Shadow.

“Baybrook had a caller this afternoon,” announced Weston briskly, as the car rolled along. “He had a servant telephone my office, because he thought I would like to know it. The caller was Professor Prumbull.”

Cardona became alert. Cranston, lounging in the cushions of the rear seat, gave a casual query:

“More talk about working for you, Baybrook? When you’re ready to raise the Isabella?”

“That was it,” answered Baybrook. “The professor said that he could supply equipment; and could also hire a trained crew. I told him that we would consider the matter later. We were at the door when Commissioner Weston arrived.”

“I made it look like a chance visit,” put in Weston. “Prumbull did not know that Baybrook had sent word to me. You know our policy with Prumbull. We’re feeling things out, not letting him think that we might consider him with any doubt.

“That’s why I joined in the conversation. Prumbull finished with the mention that there was one man on whom he could not depend. That was the night engineer. The fellow is reliable enough; but he doesn’t like the job. Prumbull happened to give the man’s name. What do you suppose it was, Cranston?”

Cranston’s expression indicated that he could not even make a guess. Weston announced triumphantly:

“His name is Weed!”

“Weed?” queried Cranston. “Have we heard that name somewhere?”

“At Tasper’s!” put in Cardona. “Weed was the fellow who came looking for Cray!”

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