"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 090 - The Python" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

shimmered in the light, its colors changing from deep to lighter hues.

The stone was a rare girasol, the only jewel that The Shadow wore. It shone from the long third finger of
the limp left hand.

"Doc says it's a kind of fire opal," informed Chuck. "Worth plenty of jack, maybe. Kind of a ring The
Shadow might be wearing. We got to leave it on him, though." Chuck flung the arm against The
Shadow's body. "We're not doing nothing to the guy until The Python sees him."

"The Python?" inquired Bevo, breathlessly. "He's coming here?"

"So Doc says. He put the call through and got the flash-back. But we won't be seeing him, nor Doc
either. The Python will come in through the other way."

"Through the middle room?"

"Yeah. That's where we'll leave The Shadow for him. But not until Doc gives us the word."

BRIEF silence followed. Bevo was staring at the wan face on the cot. The lips of Bevo's pock-marked
face were twitching; a fact that brought a grin to Chuck's ugly face.

Chuck, too, had been leery when he had learned that the man was The Shadow; but Chuck had gotten
over it. He waited for Bevo's next question. It came.

"How did you bag him?"

Chuck laughed, his tone half a snort.

"We didn't," he admitted. "It was a lucky break, Bevo; that was all. It came when we was up by the
Hotel Bragelonne, Doc and I, this evening."

"Watching for Jurrice?"

"Yeah. Like you was this afternoon. Doc and I had the sedan. We was half a block away from the
Bragelonne, ready to tail Jurrice if he took a cab. Just to be sure he wasn't clearing town."

"I know why you was there. But what about The Shadow?"

"I'm coming to that. While we was sitting there in the car, a big, swell looking limousine comes across the
avenue, going toward the hotel. Just then a truck kites around the corner, making a left turn. The truck
rams the limousine and sends it up on the sidewalk. It hits a brick wall - the limousine does - and the
door opens.

"This guy comes diving out - bag and all - and hits the sidewalk. A chauffeur climbs out of the front seat,
kind of dizzylike. We was right there - Doc and me - and it would've looked phony if we hadn't jumped
out to lend a hand. So we did."

"But how -"

"How'd we know who The Shadow was? Luck, I told you. First thing we see as we come up to him was