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From: The Shadow, The Crimson Pheonix, 4/1/38





Phantom Pirate

by Roswell Brown



The redhead peered across the rail into a night fog like gray velvet, and

listened to the muffled slap of waves far below her.

"Many brave souls lie asleep in the deeep," Jerry Riker mourned noisily. "So

be-ware, bee-ee-ware!"

The girl grunted.

"Always the tactful little flatfoot! Davy Jones's locker is just the thought to

leave with the last of the merry-makers, as they pull for the shore. The Riker

touch!"

On the tossing black water directly underneath, the last ship-to-shore launch

for the evening had nosed alongside the looming hulk of Willy Tizner's anchored

Golden Galleon. The big gambling boat-a reclaimed ocean liner- lowered over

the smaller craft like a duck on a frog pond, rising and falling with the swell.

Overside, the last of Tizner's departing patrons began climbing down the

stairs to meet their power motor ferry for the choppy miles in to shore. Tipsy

shouts echoed back up the metal wall.

"There goes Wanda Sylvester," red- headed Grace Culver indicated absently.

"She's with that phony Count de Villo again to-night."

"Yeah. Couldn't see either of 'em for the dame's heirloom emeralds, though.

She's going to get badly bruised if that six-foot-something husband of hers ever