"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 027 - The Silent Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

The Shadow glided noiselessly across the room. He paused by the door that led to the veranda. His
sharp eyes saw a man coming from the doorway of the studio.
It was Alfred Sartain. Recovered, but still a trifle groggy, the millionaire had been attracted by the shots.
In his hand he held a revolver that he had taken from his desk drawer.

The Shadow slipped into the outer darkness. Sartain did not catch even a glimpse of his disappearing
form. The millionaire hurried to the spot where two men lay. He found Brooks dead; Hunnefield
recovering from the stunning blow that he had received.

While Sartain was attempting to revive the secretary, The Shadow reappeared. Unseen, unheard, he
glided toward the outer door that led to the stairway. Bulging beneath his cloak was the brief case that
contained the hat and coat which he had worn here.

Outside, The Shadow paused. He stood, like a protecting phantom, watching Sartain at work. A noise
came from the elevator shaft. Quickly, The Shadow swished to the head of the stairs.

The elevator door slid back. Three men with revolvers sallied forth. They were detectives, and the keen
eyes of The Shadow recognized their leader as Joe Cardona, ace of Manhattan sleuths.

All danger was ended now. The police had arrived. Alfred Sartain would be protected against further
attack. The tall figure in black glided down the stairway, a few seconds before one of the detectivesтАФ at
Cardona's orderтАФ went to investigate that quarter.

In the penthouse living room, Alfred Sartain looked up toward the ace detective. Hunnefield's eyes, now
opened, were staring in wonderment. Both millionaire and secretary were ready to give their version of
the affray; but their stories would be incomplete.

Sartain, at the point of death when rescued, had gained no more than a blurred impression of the
personage who had rescued him. Hunnefield, struck down by the gun which Brooks had wielded, had
not seen The Shadow.

Mystery shrouded this strange rescue. Two dead gunmen in the studio; the slain butler in the living
roomтАФthese men could not tell what they had seen.

The plot of death had failed. The Shadow had departed, leaving no proof of his weird identity!

But the watchers in the little office high up in the Brinton Building had seen the whole strange occurrence.
Their well-laid plans had been destroyed by the weird personage in black. Their start in crime was
thwarted. They would try again!

CHAPTER VI. THE PROFESSOR PLANS
A SEDAN turned from a Long Island highway and entered a driveway toward a gloomy mansion. It
kept on past the house, and its brilliant headlights shone upon an oddly shaped structure that resembled a
gigantic cheese box. A grumbled order came from the man who sat beside the driver.

"Pull up over there, Ricordo."

The tones were those of Professor Folcroft Urlich. Responding, Larry Ricordo brought the car to a stop
beside the circular building. He followed Urlich when the professor stepped from the sedan.