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

тАЬHe's not sure. That's the only trouble. Just the same, we're going to chance it. Things are getting too hot
here. A little vacation with some heavy work for a wind-up sounds like a good idea.тАЭ

Speedy Tyron nodded knowingly.

тАЬTim Lucas went away for a stretch,тАЭ mused Mallet. тАЬSo did Terry Yarkis. Those birds were kind of
close to us, Speedy. Now the bulls are looking for Rags Wilkey. New York's no place for him. When
they get on the trail of Rags WilkeyтАФтАЭ

тАЬIt means we're next,тАЭ completed Speedy.

тАЬRightтАЭ agreed Mallet. тАЬRags is smart enough to fox the bulls. The only dick who could spot him is Joe
Cardona. But it's not healthy for RagsтАФand that means it's not going to be healthy for us.тАЭ

Speedy nodded gloomily. He struck a match to light a cigarette while Mallet arose and paced across the
room. The chief racketeer was scowling as he walked.

тАЬThe bulls aren't all,тАЭ he admitted. тАЬThey didn't knock off Conklin's crew the time he went after the Club
Calcutta. You know who it was that gummed the works that time.тАЭ

тАЬThe Shadow,тАЭ declared Speedy, soberly.

тАЬRight,тАЭ decided Mallet. тАЬhe's got the rackets like thatтАЭтАФMallet extended a brawny hand and slowly
closed his outspread fingersтАФтАЬand he's closing tightтАФclosing tighterтАФтАЭ

SPEEDY TYRON'S face was troubled as Mallet Haverly paused. The mere mention of The Shadow
was a deterring influence to men of crime. Throughout Manhattan, The Shadow was known as the
master fighter who dealt with crime. His hand was everywhere; and minions of these racketeers had felt
its power of late.

Speedy Tyron started nervously as the telephone bell rang. Mallet Haverly picked up the receiver. His
tones were low; his words were brief. He finished the call, with this admonition:

тАЬYeah... We're washing up... Leaving tonight... Right... Take care of yourself...тАЭ

тАЬRags?тАЭ questioned Speedy, as Mallet turned from the telephone.

Mallet nodded.

тАЬRags Wilkey is getting out of town,тАЭ he informed, тАЬand so are we. What's more, Speedy, we're
dropping the crew that's in New York. I'm using them tonight, for the last time. After we're clear, we'll
get hold of some of the old gorillas from the sticks. This new job of ours is going to be a new deal.тАЭ

Seating himself, Mallet Haverly drew a post card from his pocket. He stared at it for a few moments;
then passed it over to Speedy Tyron. The lieutenant gazed with interest at the colored picture on the
back of the card.

The scene showed an old house of fantastic structure. The building centered from a tall tower that was
topped by a cone-shaped roof. Odd balconies appeared in front of wide, small-paned windows. Smaller
turrets topped the wings.