"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 040 - The Death Triangle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

Had Mitts Cordy been followed to this place? Had invisible eyes been watching his arrival? Had listening
ears overheard the plans for crime?

Only coming events could answer that question. Yet, had either Sparkles Lorskin or Mitts Cordy seen
that moving silhouette upon the carpet, they would have suspected the presence of a sinister visitor
whose proximity boded them ill.

For the phenomenon of a gliding shape of blackness, the passage of a soundless silhouette - these were
manifestations which cautious crooks feared more than open, visible signs of a human enemy.

Stealthy, gliding darkness; such was the sign of The Shadow, the strange, mysterious being whose hidden
hand dealt death to men of evil. His very identity a veiled secret, The Shadow was a menace that all
gangdom dreaded.

The arrangement of the jewels was ended. Sparkling shafts of light came from glittering gems upon the
table. Wealth and rarity awaited the arrival of Doctor Johan Arberg. Here was a shining snare that gave
no inkling of the danger which lay behind it.

Sparkles Lorskin arose. The crook paced the floor at the very spot where the gliding shape of the
blackness had been. He saw no sign of The Shadow; nor did Mitts Cordy. Both men of crime were
ready for the evil work which they had planned.

Grim death was awaiting the arrival of Doctor Johan Arberg.

CHAPTER II. GEMS AND GUNS
SPARKLES LORSKIN and Mitts Cordy were two men who worked efficiently. The snare which they
had prepared for Doctor Johan Arberg was not the first effort of their evil cooperation.

Sparkles had the instinct of a ferret when it came to locating valuable collections of jewelry. Mitts, a bold
ruffian who led a hardened crew, was always ready to follow the lead which Sparkles gave.

The gems which at present lay upon the table in Sparkles Lorskin's apartment were the spoils of raids in
which Mitts Cordy had played the leading role. Sparkles, who always had money, paid cold cash for the
work which Mitts performed.

This was an effective arrangement. Mitts Cordy preferred jobs that were laid out for him. He liked to
avoid the trouble that attended the disposal of stolen goods to a fence. Sparkles, who preferred planning
to action, and who was willing to bide his time in selling stolen valuables, was also satisfied. He was in a
position to reap the greater profit.

Sparkles considered Mitts as much a henchman as an associate. Mitts admired Sparkles. Tonight, more
than ever before, Mitts envied his companion's quiet nerve.

The gang leader knew that the gems which lay on the table as a lure for Doctor Arberg represented
thousands of dollars in stolen goods. The police, had they suspected where such valuables lay, would be
here in an instant.

Yet Sparkles did not fear them. Posing as an obscure collector of gems, he had deliberately opened
communication with a prospective victim. Mitts Cordy and his gang, instead of setting forth on a foray,
had come to Sparkles Lorskin's own abode, there to aid the shrewd jewelry crook in the accumulation of