"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 123 - Washington Crime" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell) Gloating, Creelon stepped forward; he plucked the big envelope that
projected plainly from Bryland's inside pocket. Harshly, Creelon hissed: "You fool! If you had named a reasonable price, I would have paid you! A million dollars! Bah! You will be content with nothing! You can have your life, because your death would be of no consequence to me. "Go! Denounce me if you dare! Your statement that I hold the National Emergency Code will be a confession of your own theft. No one will believe that I, the guest of a great embassy, could be an international spy." The strong-arm squad was ready to drag Bryland away. Creelon restrained them. To complete his triumph, he wanted to flaunt the stolen NEC in the face of the tricked thief who had lost it. The envelope in Creelon's hands was a prize that Bryland could not hope to reclaim. Nor could The Shadow gain it. He had passed his opportunity. Nevertheless, he waited behind the mirror. Creelon's elation might have changed to puzzlement had he seen The Shadow. The spy's look would have altered, too, had he bothered to look at Bryland, for the ex-major still showed a grim smile. Creelon, however, was thinking of nothing but the envelope. He ripped it open; hissed his triumph as he tugged thick-folded papers from within. With hands that showed eagerness, Creelon spread the folds to gain his first gaze at It was then that the master-spy stood rigid; his demoniac features soured. Even from the mirror, The Shadow could see the cause of Creelon's suppressed rage, for the firelight's glow showed the papers that Creelon held. Frederick Bryland had tricked Hugo Creelon; the thief had made the spy overplay his game. The tight-packed papers from the envelopes were blanks! Bryland had not brought the precious NEC to Creelon's lair! CHAPTER IX THE WAY OUT BRYLAND'S ruse had worked with Creelon, but not with The Shadow. Watching the events that had preceded the climax, The Shadow had pictured the surprise that was due, and with it, he gained new opinions of the two crooks. Bryland, to date, had seemed more of an opportunist than a conniver. Creelon had more or less established himself as a master of intrigue. That situation was changed. Comparing the pair, The Shadow conceded that Bryland could be the more dangerous. The ex-major was a lone worker; one who relied on his own wits. He would dare anything. His attack on The Shadow at the Hotel Halcyon had not been sheer madness. Bryland had calculated the consequences before making the attempt. He |
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