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THE THIRD SHADOW
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE MAN IN THE CAB
? CHAPTER II. DEATH AFTER DUSK
? CHAPTER III. THE SHADOW DEDUCES
? CHAPTER IV. ONE MAN SEES
? CHAPTER V. THE SECOND SHADOW
? CHAPTER VI. SPOILS TO THE VICTOR
? CHAPTER VII. ONE MAN RETURNS
? CHAPTER VIII. THE SHADOW LEARNS
? CHAPTER IX. THE MAN FROM HAVANA
? CHAPTER X. SHADOWS OF NIGHT
? CHAPTER XI. A BIG SHOT PLANS
? CHAPTER XII. THE LINK TO CRIME
? CHAPTER XIII. CLOAKED RIVALS MEET
? CHAPTER XIV. THE NAME IN THE BOOK
? CHAPTER XV. SHADOW VERSUS SHADOW
? CHAPTER XVI. THE SHADOW KNOWS
? CHAPTER XVII. WESTON TAKES ADVICE
? CHAPTER XVIII. CROOKS SURPRISED
? CHAPTER XIX. SPARKLER'S STORY
? CHAPTER XX. DEATH IS DEALT
? CHAPTER XXI. CRIME'S AFTERMATH

CHAPTER I. THE MAN IN THE CAB
TRAFFIC was jammed about Times Square. The rush hour was on; a heavy drizzle added its impeding
influence. Umbrella-laden pedestrians were blundering across crowded sidewalks; while taxicabs and
other vehicles were skidding to sudden stops along the slippery paving.

A sallow, long-faced taxi driver was peering from the wheel of his parked cab. He was stationed on an
eastbound street, fifty yards east of Broadway. Though his spot was a gloomy one, the cabby had high
hopes of a passenger. On nights like this, wise persons who were seeking cabs invariably picked those
that were parked away from heavy traffic.

Looking backward along the street, the cab driver was watching pedestrians on the other side. He was
ready to hail any prospective customer who might be walking eastward. The cabby was counting upon a
lucky break. He gained one unexpectedly. A man stepped up suddenly from the sidewalk on the right
side of the cab, opened the door and clambered aboard.

The taxi driver heard the door slam. He swung about and looked through the partition to see a muffled
man, whose overcoat collar was high above his chin. The driver spied the outline of a whitish face
beneath a derby. He inquired:

"What address, sir?"

Huskily, the passenger gave an address near Park Avenue, on a side street. His voice choked as he