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THE CRIME MASTER
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE LAW WAITS
? CHAPTER II. THE SHADOW ACTS
? CHAPTER III. TRIGGER TALKS
? CHAPTER IV. THE NEXT CLUE
? CHAPTER V. THE MASTER MOVES
? CHAPTER VI. THE ZERO HOUR
? CHAPTER VII. A FIEND DELIGHTS
? CHAPTER VIII. THE SHADOW'S CLUE
? CHAPTER IX. THE ULTIMATUM
? CHAPTER X. DEATH FROM THE DARK
? CHAPTER XI. BLACK JOINS WHITE
? CHAPTER XII. TUESDAY NIGHT
? CHAPTER XIII. THE FLIGHT
? CHAPTER XIV. THE NEW CAMPAIGN
? CHAPTER XV. SHATTERED CRIME
? CHAPTER XVI. THE CAPTURE
? CHAPTER XVII. THE SHADOW TRAPPED
? CHAPTER XVIII. ANOTHER PRISONER
? CHAPTER XIX. FORCES PREPARE
? CHAPTER XX. MASTERS MEET
? CHAPTER XXI. BLACK STANDS ALONE

CHAPTER I. THE LAW WAITS
"ALL right, inspector. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

The stocky man hung up the receiver of the telephone. Dark eyes peered from his swarthy face as he
turned from the corner of the little East Side store. He stared at the proprietor, a dull-faced old fellow
who was standing, stooped, behind a decrepit counter.

The old man blinked back. He showed no signs of intelligence. The swarthy man grinned. With a shift of
his shoulders, he buttoned his light overcoat and stalked from the dilapidated shop, out into the night.

The old man watched, hands on the counter. He came cautiously forward. He reached the door and
peered out along the street. He could see the striding form of the man who had departed. He went back
to the corner of his shop, deposited a nickel in the coin box and dialed.

A voice clicked through the receiver. The old man spoke, in a crackly eager tone:

"He just left here... Yes... Joe Cardona, the dick... No, he ain't going back to headquarters... Going to
see the police commissioner, that's what..."
Clicking ceased. The old man hung up the receiver. He glanced furtively toward the door; then, with
straggly step, went back to his place behind the counter.

MEANWHILE, the swarthy man had covered a full block. The old proprietor of the store had not been