"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 094 - Castle of Doom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

MEANWHILE, Nigel Chiswold had arrived at an obscure hotel, not far from Soho, that foreign corner
so curiously wedged into West End London. Ascending by a lift, Nigel went along a darkened hall and
knocked softly at a door. The barrier opened; he stepped into a lighted room.

A huge, dark-skinned man greeted him. The fellow was a veritable giant who looked ill at ease in his
English clothes. Had he been in native costume, he might have been taken for a Hindu; but he was not of
that nationality. The man was an Afghan.

"Greetings, Amakar," stated Nigel. "I have good news."

"You have found the man?" queried the Afghan, slowly. "The one that you did seek?"

"I found my beloved cousin," laughed Nigel, "and that means a task for you. He says that he is going to
Canada, Amakar."

"Canada is a place far away?"

"Too far away; and yet not far enough. What is more, the beggar does not trust me. After we had parted,
he followed me. I ended that little game. It made me feel sure, though, that he had given me his correct
address."

Nigel produced a map of London. He pointed out Belgrave Square while Amakar, looking over his
master's shoulder, nodded his understanding.

"Do you remember Sannarak?" questioned Nigel, looking up. "The chap who made so much trouble for
us at the Khyber Pass?"

"I remember Sannarak."

"And what you did to him?"
"I remember."

"Do the same tonight. To my cousin, Geoffrey, when he has left the place where he lives. He will have to
go to the London docks." Nigel pointed out the spot beside the Thames. "Therefore, you may arrange
the ambush in that vicinity. Do not take men with you to Belgrave Square.

"Speak to them in Soho, before you leave. Tell them to be ready near the docks. When they see you,
they can follow. Use no more than necessary, Amakar. I rely upon your wisdom."

Amakar bowed.

"As for my cousin," smiled Nigel, wisely, as he stuffed a briar pipe with tobacco, "you will know him
when you see me. Do you understand, Amakar?"

"I understand," replied the Afghan. "The face that will seem to be my master's will be the face of his
cousin."

"That is the correct assumption. Afterward, Amakar, come back here and give me all the details. Then I
shall decide upon our next step."