The Unseen Killer by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
ISBN: 9781932806977
Amazon: 1932806970
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1934-12-15T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XII. DEATH FOLLOWS

ONE hour later. Findlay Warlock's home was deserted, save for the presence of the owner and his servant, Cluett. Flabbergasted, Commissioner Wainwright Barth had drawn off the bloodhounds of the law. He had departed, sulking because of the Unseen Killer's triumph.

Peters Amboy and Wallace Norgan had bewailed their loss. They had cried for further protection. Barth had granted it. Not only had he sent three detectives to guard each man, but he had put Joe Cardona in charge of Norgan's guards and Detective Sergeant Markham at the head of Amboy's.

Thus had Findlay Warlock's old-fashioned residence returned to its obscurity. It was no more than any other brownstone house. For Commissioner Barth was trailing the Unseen Killer; he could see no merit in keeping watch on places where the untraceable crook had been and gone.

Yet there was one who still found interest in Warlock's house. That one was The Shadow. As Lamont Cranston, he had spent very little time in taking leave of Commissioner Barth. After that, he had assumed his garb of black. Now he was returning to the scene of the Unseen Killer's triumph.

Warlock's house had high steps that showed a slight glisten in a street lamp's glare. The Shadow had avoided that betraying means of entrance. All Warlock's doors were fitted with old-fashioned locks. Any one would do. So The Shadow chose an entrance to the basement, under the shelter of the steps themselves.

A black blob against the dull color of the door, The Shadow worked briefly with a special key. The door yielded. He entered and closed the door behind him. He found a flight of stairs that led up to the first floor.

At the top, The Shadow used his glimmering flashlight. He saw a flight of back stairs that went to the second floor. They terminated, The Shadow knew, in the little hall just behind Warlock's study.

The Shadow entered a room that led through to the living room. His light went out. Silently, through darkness, The Shadow neared the rear door of the living room. He paused. Slight sounds reached his ears.

Some one was in the darkened living room. Some one, prowling there. The intruder was trying to remain unheard. Only the keen ears of The Shadow could have detected the man's presence–until an accident occurred.

A chair scraped and slid against the wall as the man in the living room made a blunder. There was momentary silence; then some cautious footsteps moving into the hall. The Shadow moved into the living room. He could hear the steps creaking toward the back of the hall.

Here was easy prey for The Shadow. In his silent fashion he could track the man who was lost in the darkness. He did not need to see a living form. Sound–motion–those were sufficient. But as The Shadow reached the door of the living room, he was forced to stop.

Some one was coming down the front stairway. To follow the man who had moved to the back of the house, The Shadow would have to step squarely into this arrival's path.

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