"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 042 - Mox" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell) MOX
by Maxwell Grant This page copyright ┬й 2002 Blackmask Online. http://www.blackmask.com ? CHAPTER I. THE DEAD LINE ? CHAPTER II. MURDER DISCOVERED ? CHAPTER III. THE INVESTIGATION ? CHAPTER IV. THE BROKEN TRAIL ? CHAPTER V. THE STROKE OF TWELVE ? CHAPTER VI. THE SHADOW MOVES ? CHAPTER VII. TRAILS CONVERGE ? CHAPTER VIII. IN THE HOUSE ? CHAPTER IX. CARDONA TAKES A TRIP ? CHAPTER X. THE SECRET ROOMS ? CHAPTER XI. WEIRD VISITORS ? CHAPTER XII. CARDONA DRAWS A TRUMP ? CHAPTER XIII. THARBEL COUNTERS ? CHAPTER XIV. THE SHADOW ENTERS ? CHAPTER XV. THE TEST ? CHAPTER XVI. CARDONA'S TEST ? CHAPTER XVII. DEATH INTERRUPTS ? CHAPTER XVIII. DEATH RETURNED ? CHAPTER XIX. CARDONA'S PLAN ? CHAPTER XXI. THE FATAL HOUR ? CHAPTER XXII. DOOM DEFERRED ? CHAPTER XXIII. CARDONA LEARNS CHAPTER I. THE DEAD LINE THE green glass shade of the desk lamp threw a greenish, ghoulish glare upon the man who was seated at the desk. A twitching face betrayed the nervous thoughts of the man, a trembling hand that clutched a pen showed the fear that dominated his actions. With shaky, fitful effort, the man placed the point of the pen upon a long sheet of lined yellow paper. As he leaned toward the desk, his face showed more plainly in the light. It was a pointed faceтАФa peaked countenance that betokened a glib, persuasive talker. Under the present circumstances, however, terror alone was registered upon that pale-hued visage. A clock was ticking on the desk. Set on a swivel, it was turned slightly upward, so the man could watch it as he wrote. The clock marked the time as ten minutes before midnight. Glancing from paper to clock and back again, the man inscribed these words: Statement of Schuyler Harlew. A pause. Schuyler Harlew leaned back in his chair, aghast. His expression was that of a man who had taken an irretrievable step. A short, fearful gasp came from Harlew's lips, as though he expected the very walls of the room to collapse about him. He threw a worried glance in every direction. The room was small and plainly furnished. The door was locked. The solid transom was closed above it. |
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