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CRIME OVER BOSTON
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. SHADOWS OF NIGHT
? CHAPTER II. THE WIZARD OF FINANCE
? CHAPTER III. BLADE OF DEATH
? CHAPTER IV. FLIGHT PREARRANGED
? CHAPTER V. DEPTHS OF DEATH
? CHAPTER VI. THE LOST CHASE
? CHAPTER VII. IN SOUTH STATION
? CHAPTER VIII. THREE MEN GATHER
? CHAPTER IX. THE BLIND TRAP
? CHAPTER X. THE CLUE FROM THE PAST
? CHAPTER XI. FOGGED FIGHT
? CHAPTER XII. THE SHADOW'S APPOINTMENT
? CHAPTER XIII. THE WAY OUT
? CHAPTER XIV. STEEL-WALLED DEATH
? CHAPTER XV. DEATH'S PROMISE
? CHAPTER XVI. THE VANISHED MILLION
? CHAPTER XVII. THE THIRD THRUST
? CHAPTER XVIII. CRIME'S COUNTERSTROKE
? CHAPTER XIX. MEN FROM THE SEA
? CHAPTER XX. PROOF OF CRIME
CHAPTER I. SHADOWS OF NIGHT
THE black coupe was creeping along the road that fringed the edge of the darkened bay.
Lost beneath the boughs of overhanging trees, it was following an invisible path through
cloud-blackened night, for the car was traveling without headlights. A glow from the coupe's
dashboard was confined to the interior of the car, as muffled as the low purr of the smooth
motor beneath the heavy hood.
Nevertheless, that dashlight was important. By its glow a driver, swathed in the darkness
above it, was watching a remarkable road map. Set in a square, glass-topped frame, the
map was shifting, like the coupe. Geared to the speedometer, the chart showed each road
sector that the car approached.

With that guide, the driver kept to the road, using the wheel to hold the charged line along an
arrow point. Not once did the tires jolt to the stony shoulder of the road.

A cross mark showed on the chart. As it reached the arrow, the driver applied the brakes
with smooth, easy motion. Turning the wheel, he slid the car into reverse, backed it some
twenty feet into the darkness.
The road had widened at that spot. So had the map by which the driver guided.
A breeze swept through the opened windows. Halted, the coupe's rear wheels were against
a stone abutment, beyond which lay a sheer drop to the bay. Moonlight was struggling
through the clouds, but its spotty beams were confined to the waters. The glow that did
reveal the coupe was momentary. It came from the sweeping beam of an old lighthouse,
situated on a rocky islet half a mile out in the bay.