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BURIED EVIDENCE
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. WORD FROM THE PAST
? CHAPTER II. RHYDE HEARS ADVICE
? CHAPTER III. DEATH'S ADVENT
? CHAPTER IV. THE SHADOW'S CLUES
? CHAPTER V. THE COVERED TRAIL
? CHAPTER VI. THE SHADOW PREPARES
? CHAPTER VII. MIDNIGHT DEATH
? CHAPTER VIII. THE ABSENT CLUE
? CHAPTER IX. THE LINK BETWEEN
? CHAPTER X. THE BROKEN CRUISE
? CHAPTER XI. THE CROSSED TRAIL
? CHAPTER XII. DYING WORDS
? CHAPTER XIII. THE STAGE IS SET
? CHAPTER XIV. SHOTS FOR THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XV. AT THE TERMINAL
? CHAPTER XVI. BURIED EVIDENCE
? CHAPTER XVII. THE BUCK IS PASSED
? CHAPTER XVIII. CRIME CONFESSED
? CHAPTER XIX. FINAL EVIDENCE
CHAPTER I. WORD FROM THE PAST
SUNSET rays shone through an office window high above Manhattan's streets. There, two men were
seated at a flat-topped desk, engaged in earnest discussion.

Many New Yorkers would have recognized both those men. Their names - like their picturesтАФhad
appeared in the news at different intervals.

The man behind the desk was Curtiss Haslock, an attorney who had played a prominent part in political
cleanups. Haslock was elderly. His thin hair was gray; his face a trifle withered. His eyes, though, were
bright; they had a kindly sparkle that offset the sternness of his straight profile.

The other manтАФa visitor in the officeтАФwas Ludlow Rhyde, one of Haslock's clients. Rhyde was no
older than thirty; but his face was a pale, tired one. At that, he had handsome features, topped by sleek
black hair. When he managed to smile, it offset his weariness of expression.

While Curtiss Haslock had been figuring as a champion of reform, Ludlow Rhyde had acquired a
blemished reputation. He was about to begin a new life; that was the reason for this conference.

"After all, Mr. Haslock"тАФRhyde spoke in a rueful monotoneтАФ"I'm a jailbird! My friends are sorry for
me; but that doesn't alter the fact that I have just finished twenty months in the State penitentiary. I can't
shake it from my mind."
Haslock tilted his head. When he spoke, the lawyer used a soothing tone.

"You were never a criminal, Ludlow," he told Rhyde. "You were a headstrong young fool. Your
stepfather, Blake Hoburn, allowed you too much money. After he died, you came into an annual income