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DEATH BY PROXY
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. MANSION OF GLOOM
? CHAPTER II. DEATH BY MISADVENTURE
? CHAPTER III. FACTS FROM THE PAST
? CHAPTER IV. THE MUDDY TRAIL
? CHAPTER V. THE SHROUDED VISITOR
? CHAPTER VI. THE OUTSIDE WATCH
? CHAPTER VII. THE INSIDE SPY
? CHAPTER VIII. THE MESSAGE AT DUSK
? CHAPTER IX. FACES IN THE NIGHT
? CHAPTER X. THE VANISHED SHADOW
? CHAPTER XI. CROOKS COUNTER
? CHAPTER XII. THE BROKEN STRONGHOLD
? CHAPTER XIII. DOOM FROM THE EAST
? CHAPTER XIV. THE SHADOW RETURNS
? CHAPTER XV. FROM THE DEAD
? CHAPTER XVI. THE DEATH BLAST
? CHAPTER XVII. DOOMED TO THE TOMB
? CHAPTER XVIII. BENEATH THE MANSION
? CHAPTER XIX. MURDER'S PROOF
? CHAPTER XX. THE LAST DEATH


CHAPTER I. MANSION OF GLOOM
ALL the residents of Glynwold knew this mansion by sight. They knew, by sight, every member of the
family that lived in it. They knew, too, of the tragic events which had fallen upon it. But no one imagined
the menace that hung over it. No one knewтАФno one even guessedтАФwhat was to come.

It was a massive gray-stone mansion, rambling, topped with conical turrets. Spacious lawns, well-placed
landscaping, gardens and woodland walks were part of the estate. But there was a grimness about it,
accentuated now by a steady drizzle which made the gray-stone mansion seem like a crouching monster,
ready to take hapless victims into its maw.

Through the constant rain a small coupe drove to the entrance. A young man stepped out. Tall, slouchy,
loose of frame and gait, bulgy brows, high-bridged nose, sharp cheekbones, and high forehead damp
with the rain, Owen Lengood strolled through the unlocked door and into the mansion.

Seated at one side of the fireplace were two men, both younger than Owen. They turned when he
entered; the firelight showed the similarity of their faces. Not only did they look alike; their features also
matched Owen's. Near the two men was a girl; she had Lengood features.
тАЬHello, Roy... Hello, Walter.тАЭ Owen Lengood was brisk with his greeting. тАЬWell, well. My cousins look
glum to-day.тАЭ He turned to the girl and smiled. тАЬHello, Eleanor. Guess you were worrying about me,
weren't you, sis? I know I should have driven in here yesterday, butтАФтАЭ

A voice interrupted from the other side of the fireplace. Owen looked toward a heavy-built, elderly man