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MURDER MARSH
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. FROM THE PAST
? CHAPTER II. THE SHADOW'S CLUE
? CHAPTER III. HEIR TO THE MANOR
? CHAPTER IV. DEATH AT DUSK
? CHAPTER V. WORD TO THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER VI. AT THE MANSION
? CHAPTER VII. FIGURES OF NIGHT
? CHAPTER VIII. NEW VISITORS
? CHAPTER IX. MIDNIGHT MURDER
? CHAPTER X. THE SHADOW'S SEARCH
? CHAPTER XI. SPYING EYES
? CHAPTER XII. ABOVE AND BELOW
? CHAPTER XIII. FROM HOUSE TO HILL
? CHAPTER XIV. IN THE CABIN
? CHAPTER XV. THE SQUATTER RETURNS
? CHAPTER XVI. THE MISSING MURDERER
? CHAPTER XVII. THE NEW ENTRANT
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE HEIR SPEAKS
? CHAPTER XIX. THE SHADOW SPEAKS
? CHAPTER XX. THE END OF CRIME
CHAPTER I. FROM THE PAST
TRAFFIC was light on the East Side elevated. When the three-car local stopped at a dimly lighted
station, a lone passenger stepped to the warped boards of the platform. The train rumbled away while
the man was shuffling slowly toward the turnstile exit.

The night was warm, yet the passenger wore an overcoat, with collar turned up around his neck. He
peered suspiciously back and forth as he shambled toward the steps that led to the street. He pulled the
front of his grimy hat farther down upon his forehead.

Though the evening was young, this suspicious man encountered few passers as he reached the street.
The thoroughfare beneath the elevated was almost deserted. It gloom, its cracked, dirty paving, the
heavy pillars of the elevated structureтАФall had the effect of thinning traffic in the street.

As for pedestrians, they could find but little of interest in the dilapidated, poorly lighted stores that lined
the sides of this forgotten street. A good spot for a holdup, it lured only those who might have been in the
game themselves. Shambling figures, who paused to lurk by blackened building fronts, were the only
ones that the man from the elevated spied.

This was to his liking. Clutching the front of his coat, he scruffed along beside the curb. As he reached a
corner, he paused, looked about; then hastily crossed the side street and resumed his shuffling gait
beneath the fringe of the elevated structure.

AT the second corner, the suspicious man stopped in front of a dingy brick building. Several stories in
height, this edifice loomed above the smaller houses that surrounded it. Apparently, it had once been