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Treasures Of Death
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE VILLON MANUSCRIPT
? CHAPTER II. THE UNSEEN VISITOR
? CHAPTER III. FROM THE SANCTUM
? CHAPTER IV. THE FIRST STEP
? CHAPTER V. UNSEEN STRATEGY
? CHAPTER VI. OLD ELI GALBAN
? CHAPTER VII. GALBAN'S CLEW
? CHAPTER VIII. THE SECOND MANUSCRIPT
? CHAPTER IX. THE INTERIOR DECORATOR
? CHAPTER X. THE SHADOW RETURNS
? CHAPTER XI. FORCES FROM WITHOUT
? CHAPTER XII. DEATH IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER XIII. CARDONA'S TURN
? CHAPTER XIV. TERRY'S THEORY
? CHAPTER XV. AT HARGATE'S
? CHAPTER XVI. THE STROKE OF CHANCE
? CHAPTER XVII. THE SHADOW'S FLIGHT
? CHAPTER XVIII. HARRY'S TURN
? CHAPTER XIX. IN THE OLD HOUSE
? CHAPTER XX. THE SHADOW LEAVES
? CHAPTER XXI. THE CLUB OF DEATH
? CHAPTER XXII. MEN FROM THE DEPTHS
? CHAPTER XXIII. TRAPPERS TRAPPED
? CHAPTER XXIV. THE FINAL TRIUMPH


CHAPTER I. THE VILLON MANUSCRIPT
GLEAMING lights formed an endless streak as the taxicab whirled uptown on Fifth Avenue. Terry
Barliss experienced a keen zest as he viewed the thoroughfare that he had not seen for a dozen years.
This feeling, however, was tempered as the cab swung to the right and roared through the darkness of an
uncrowded side street.

In an instant, Terry forgot the interesting glamour of Manhattan. His thoughts became sober. This street
marked the end of the glittering ride. His destination lay only a few blocks ahead; there he was to face the
sadness of an interview with his aged uncle.

One definite purpose had brought Terry Barliss East from California. He had been summoned here by
telegram. He had received the definite statement that his uncle, Shattuck Barliss, had not long to live.
Terry Barliss, though not yet thirty, had seen many years elapse since he had met his only living relative.
The grinding of the taxi brakes brought a quick response from Terry Barliss. The cab was stopping in
front of a gloomy brownstone house, the front of which was rendered old and decadent by the glare of a
street lamp. Terry recognized this as his uncle's home. He alighted from the cab and paid the driver.

Cars were parked at intervals along this street. Terry Barliss paid no attention to them as he stood in