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FACE OF DOOM
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. CRIME'S OVERLORD
? CHAPTER II. JORDY TALKS AGAIN
? CHAPTER III. CRIME'S TRAIL
? CHAPTER IV. THE CROOK WHO LEARNED
? CHAPTER V. CRIME'S ULTIMATUM
? CHAPTER VI. THE SHADOW'S ANSWER
? CHAPTER VII. CROOKS AGREE
? CHAPTER VIII. THE SHADOW TRAPPED
? CHAPTER IX. A CROOK'S PROMISE
? CHAPTER X. MURDER RIDES AHEAD
? CHAPTER XI. THE CLUE FROM DARKNESS
? CHAPTER XII. THE VANISHED EMPEROR
? CHAPTER XIII. CROOKS VERSUS SHADOW
? CHAPTER XIV. THROUGH THE SHAFT
? CHAPTER XV. CRIME'S INFERNO
? CHAPTER XVI. THE LIVING GHOST
? CHAPTER XVII. BEINGS OF DARKNESS
? CHAPTER XVIII. BIG-SHOTS LISTEN
? CHAPTER XIX. CROOKS UNITED
? CHAPTER XX. DEATH LIES BELOW
? CHAPTER XXI. THE LOST EMPIRE
CHAPTER I. CRIME'S OVERLORD
THE elevated local was rumbling to a stop when Marty Lursch stepped to the open car platform. One
hand on the slippery, rain-soaked rail, Marty slanted a look through the drizzle. Above the hazy lights of
the Apex Meat Market, he saw the windows he was seeking. They were shuttered tight.

The collar of Marty's dark-brown raincoat was turned high, but it didn't hide the grin that showed on his
bloated face, when he stepped from the "el" train. Shuttered windows meant that Jordy Fergen was in the
meeting place. The first man to get there closed those shutters. That was Marty's rule.

Down the steps of the elevated station, Marty shifted away from the rain-shrouded lights of Third
Avenue. He didn't have to go through the crowded aisles of the cut-price meat market, to reach the
second floor. There was a rear alley that offered direct access. It was always black and deserted in the
evening. The little entry to the stairway was a dark place, also.

In fact, Marty Lursch had originally picked the upstairs room as a hideaway, in case he required one.
That hadn't become necessary; but Marty had still kept the place a secret, except to Jordy Fergen.

Marty was remembering that, as he stole up the inner stairs. There wasn't a person in New York who
knew about this meeting spot, outside of Marty and Jordy. No one; not even "The Face."

That last thought brought a chuckle from Marty, as he placed his long fingers on the doorknob. Then,
suppressing all sound, Marty opened the door and stepped into darkness. Closing the door softly behind
him, Marty was free to supply a whispered announcement: