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HANDS IN THE DARK
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I
? CHAPTER II. A MIDNIGHT VISITOR
? CHAPTER III. SHADOWS OF NIGHT
? CHAPTER IV. HODGSON INTERFERES
? CHAPTER V. MURDERERS PLOT
? CHAPTER VI. THE THIRD KILLER
? CHAPTER VII. THE PAPER CLEW
? CHAPTER VIII. TELLTALE MARKS
? CHAPTER IX. THE VAULT OF DOOM
? CHAPTER X. THE SHADOW OF LIFE
? CHAPTER XI. AN APPOINTMENT IS MADE
? CHAPTER XII. AT THE COBALT CLUB
? CHAPTER XIII. THE SHADOW'S BATTLE
? CHAPTER XIV. THE MENACE OF THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XV. THE SHADOW PLANS
? CHAPTER XVI. THE TRAP IS LAID
? CHAPTER XVII. INTO THE TRAP
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE TRAP IS SPRUNG
? CHAPTER XIX. THE SHADOW'S DISCOVERY
? CHAPTER XX. THE SHADOW ARRIVES
? CHAPTER XXI. SPOILS TO THE VICTORS
? CHAPTER XXII. AT HEADQUARTERS
? CHAPTER XXIII. THE SHADOW'S JUSTICE
CHAPTER I
The strange characters of the cryptic message were a blood red hue. They were vivid and mysterious
beneath the oval light of the desk lamp.

"A dead man's message!"

Reynold Barker looked about him as he spoke. The silence of his gloomy surroundings worried him. His
fingers trembled. The paper crinkled. Even that slight sound was startling.

The dark-paneled walls of the room were oppressive to Reynold Barker. He felt that he was in their grip;
that he could never leave them. He was in Theodore Galvin's studyтАФthe spot that had been his goal for
seven days. He had found the paper in the secret drawer of the deskтАФthe exact place where Galvin had
told him it would be. But the silence of this sullen chamber was maddening. It brought back recollections
of those dying eyesтАФGalvin's eyes.

Barker steadied his nerves with mighty effort. He tried to laugh. It was excitement, he told himself.
Shakiness following those long airplane hops from South America. He stared at the paper. His lips forced
a smile as he comprehended its meaning.

A sudden gurgle came from Barker's throat. Hands from the dark had gripped his throat! He dropped
the paper and sought to break the throttling hold. He could not. His own hands were feeble. The