X-18 Legion of the Living Dead by Brant House

Author:Brant House
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

NIGHT ATTACK

THE following afternoon, the newspapers made gratifying reading for the thousands who lived in fear of the corpse gang. Crippled by the loss of its machine-gun ammunition, the mystery car had had to beat a speedy retreat. The corpse gang, in the act of looting the bank, heard the whine of the police car siren coming nearer and nearer. When it was not interrupted by the rattle of machine-gun fire, the entire crowd took to its heels, narrowly escaping with a few dollars loot.

The police were at last making definite progress, the papers said. But Commissioner Foster silently shook his head. As far as he knew, the failure of the black roadster to wreck the police car was due to carelessness on the part of some one in the criminal group. He felt none of the sense of security returning to him. The Corpse Legion would strike again and again. He knew of the dogged determination of Secret Agent “X,” whom he still believed backed the Corpse Legion.

It was nine o’clock that evening that Commissioner Foster entered the apartment of Major Derrick, his friend and advisor. Little did Foster know that one minute later, a shadow slipped across the front of the apartment building to enter a telephone booth in a neighboring drug store. Calling a number that was listed in no telephone book, the man who had shadowed the commissioner spoke briefly:

“Foster entered Derrick apartment.”

In a small, poorly furnished little room in an old brick-faced dwelling several miles away, a grave-faced man listened to that announcement over the phone. “Good!” he whispered. “And where is Burks?”

“Last report stated Inspector Burks in headquarters office looking over reports.”

The grave-faced man quietly hung up. Here, in this poor tenement, Secret Agent “X” had established one of his many hideouts. It had been a busy day for him. Through him, a tip had reached police headquarters as to the location of the building where “X” had been forced to face a firing squad. In the disguise of a policeman, “X” had taken part in a raid that had netted the police nothing. The wily creature whose identity was always hidden beneath a shroud had moved his headquarters immediately after the frustration of his bank-robbing scheme by Agent “X.”

“X” had then repaired to this tenement hideout where he had been in close touch with Bates and his agents. Various suspects had been carefully watched, but aside from “Sleepy” Meguire’s visit to a one-time speakeasy, there was nothing to arouse suspicion.

As soon as he had hung up the phone, Agent “X” went about creating another of his masterful disguises. This time, under his magic fingers, the grave, gray face which he had affected all afternoon gave place to the plump, rosy face of Inspector John Burks. It was one of his most daring simulations, yet one which had gained him valuable information many times before.

“X” left the tenement and went to a garage where a car was waiting for him. It was a roadster with the letters “P.

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