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THE GHOST OF THE MANOR
Maxwell Grant
? CHAPTER I. THE STROKE OF TWELVE
? CHAPTER II. WEIRD ECHOES
? CHAPTER III. THE SHADOW DECIDES
? CHAPTER IV. A TRAVELER RETURNS
? CHAPTER V. IN NEWBURY
? CHAPTER VI. WARREN FINDS FRIENDSHIP
? CHAPTER VII. DEATH AT THE MANOR
? CHAPTER VIII. THE SHADOW KNOWS
? CHAPTER IX. HUMPHREY ACCUSES
? CHAPTER X. AT THE CLUB
? CHAPTER XI. THE SHADOW LEARNS
? CHAPTER XII. DEATH IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER XIII. CRIME UPON CRIME
? CHAPTER XIV. A VISITOR VANISHES
? CHAPTER XV. WARREN GETS ADVICE
? CHAPTER XVI. THE POLICE THEORY
? CHAPTER XVII. THE SHADOW'S PRESENCE
? CHAPTER XVIII. TERWILIGER TALKS TOO MUCH
? CHAPTER XIX. JASPER CALLS A MEETING
? CHAPTER XX. THE WARNING
? CHAPTER XXI. A KILLER SPEAKS
? CHAPTER XXII. THE SHADOW ORDERS
? CHAPTER XXIII. EVIDENCE OF MURDER
? CHAPTER XXIV. A DEAD MAN TELLS
? CHAPTER XXV. A MURDERER FLEES

As originally published in "The Shadow Magazine," June 15, 1933.

It guarded the destinies of Delthern Manor, but death struck, unseen,
again and again, baffling all - all but The Shadow, Avenger of Crime.

CHAPTER I. THE STROKE OF TWELVE
AN elderly, stoop-shouldered man was plodding his way along the sidewalk of a quiet avenue. The
darkness of the cloudy night took on a sinister blackness beneath the heavy, creaking boughs of
wind-swept trees that overspread the walk. Only the occasional lights that hung above the center of the
street brought patches of yellow glow.

Off to the left were houses, set back from the avenue. The fronts of these large residences were
obscured from the old man's view by trees upon the lawns. Like the street lights, the windows of the
houses sent occasional gleams that could be seen from the sidewalk; but the hour was late for this
fashionable suburb in the city of Newbury.

Most of the residents here retired before midnight, and it was now half an hour past eleven. The lights
from the houses were chiefly indications that certain members of Newbury's younger set had not returned
home from social functions.

The old man who plodded through the lonely silence had no interest whatever in these indications. As he
hobbled rapidly along, aiding his progress with the taps of a heavy cane, his head was bowed in constant