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THE GOLDEN GROTTO
Maxwell Grant
? CHAPTER I. THE GOLD SHIP
? CHAPTER II. THE ROBBERY
? CHAPTER III. THE SHADOW ACTS
? CHAPTER IV. THE STRANGER AT EAST POINT
? CHAPTER V. THE SHADOW'S MOVE
? CHAPTER VI. HARRY BECOMES SUSPICIOUS
? CHAPTER VII. THE GUISE OF THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER VIII. THE REPLY
? CHAPTER IX. THE NEXT LECTURE
? CHAPTER X. THE SHADOW ARRIVES
? CHAPTER XI. THE SHADOW FIGHTS
? CHAPTER XII. THE SHADOW LISTENS
? CHAPTER XIII. HARRY HAS NEWS
? CHAPTER XIV. CRANSTON PAYS A VISIT
? CHAPTER XV. FIENDS ARE FOILED
? CHAPTER XVI. TROUBLE BREAKS
? CHAPTER XVII. MEN IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE SHADOW'S CLEW
? CHAPTER XIX. THE GOLDEN GROTTO
? CHAPTER XX. ON THE YACHT
? CHAPTER XXI. THE FLIGHT
? CHAPTER XXII. THE RETURN
? CHAPTER XXIII. THE GET-AWAY

CHAPTER I. THE GOLD SHIP
"CLICK - click - click - click -"

Clyde Burke's ears were alert as they caught the coded rattling. His hand, resting unseen within the book
that he was reading, jotted down the dots and dashes that his ears were hearing.

Without moving his head, Clyde turned his eyes across the smoking room of the steamship Patagonia,
and detected the source of the message. A poker player, his back toward Burke, was idly lifting and
dropping a stack of chips that rested on the table beside him. Clyde could see the up-and-down motion
of the man's fingers.

"Click - click - click - click - click -"

Clyde's hand was still busy, but his gaze was moving to other sections of the room. Somewhere, he
knew, a man was receiving the message which the other was sending.

Clyde's stealthy glances were rewarded. Two men, seated opposite each other on the side of the
smoking room nearest the door, were rising as with one accord. One swallowed a half-finished drink;
then the two strolled from the smoking room.
The clicking had ceased. Casually, Clyde Burke closed his book, tucked it under his arm, and arose from
his chair. He paused to light a cigarette; then walked leisurely across the room, and stepped through the
door that led to the deck.

THE Patagonia was driving steadily through a placid sea. Only the easy, even rise of the slow swell