"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 053 - Tower of Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

Cliff Marsland made no comment. He assumed that this was a signal ordered through Burbank; that
Harry had been instructed to mark the turns which the cars ahead might make. Cliff's assumption was
correct.

The Shadow, almost at the avenue behind, saw the double flicker of the tail light on Harry's coupe. With
a quick swerve, he swung his heavy car to the right, going down the nearer avenue just as the traffic lights
were changing.

The motor roared as The Shadow's coupe took the straightaway. The heavy car showed a remarkable
burst of speed. Green aheadтАФas he passed the first cross street, The Shadow laughed. Glancing to the
left, he had seen the cab passing the same street on the further avenue, a block away.

The pointer on the speedometer shot up to sixty. Across two streets; then, as a traffic opening showed
on the left, The Shadow applied the brakes. The big coupe half-skidded and sped across the path of an
oncoming truck; a hidden foot pressed the accelerator and the sturdy car roared down the side street.

A red light showed ahead. The Shadow took a right turn. His eyes gleamed as they peered toward the
mirror. The soft laugh again sounded from his lips. By rapid maneuver and swift pace, The Shadow had
passed all the cars that formed the caravan. He was ahead of the taxicab which mobsters had chosen for
their quarry.

With slackened speed, The Shadow kept ahead. His eyes were on the mirror. They were watching the
cab, now nearly a block to the rear. The avenue lights changed from green to red. The taxi took a left
turn. The Shadow glimpsed the sedan that swung behind it. He, too, turned left, one street ahead. His
was a two-way thoroughfare.

AGAIN, the coupe showed its speed. The Shadow knew that the one-way street which the taxi had
taken might mark the end of the quest. He picked an avenue which ran beneath the superstructure of the
elevated. A red light gleamed; The Shadow swung left at high speed.

Brakes screamed as cars swerved to avoid the coupe which shot across their path. The Shadow's firm
hand whisked the coupe past an elevated pillar and swung it clear of a parked car.

The Shadow reached the next street ahead of oncoming traffic. Another breakneck turn to the left. The
coupe made a complete U turn and came to a stop facing down the avenue.
Like a phantom shape, The Shadow glided from the car. His form seemed a fleeting patch of darkness as
it gained the walls of buildings that fronted on this avenue. Two seconds later, he had reached the corner.
His tall shape merged with the blackness of the side street.

Clad in cloak and hat of sable hue, The Shadow had demonstrated his mysterious ability to travel under
cover of the night. His uncanny intuition was also in evidence. Less than a block away, the taxicab which
he sought was pulling up to the curb. The Shadow had picked the secluded block which had been
chosen by men of crime.

IN the cab, Dirk Halgan was speaking in deliberate fashion. The easy speed of the cab, coupled with
Dirk's friendly tone, had completely eliminated all suspicion from Luskin's mind.

тАЬHere's where we get out,тАЭ remarked Dirk. тАЬStep to the curbтАФI'll be with you.тАЭ

Luskin rose to obey. He opened the door beside him. His foot descended to the sidewalk. The taxi