"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 166 - Crime Rides The Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

that suited Cranston, "for there are many inlets where they might land, once
they learn that they are close to shore. The pursuit that I arranged" - again
he pointed out through the window - "is scarcely more than a gesture."
There was a pause, while The Shadow's eyes took on a far-away glitter.
"They will return to New York" - the even tone seemed one of prophecy -
"and there, I shall expect you to find them. Keep in close contact with
Burbank. He will have full instructions, and will manage matters during my
absence."


HARRY glanced toward Cliff, to see surprise there that matched his own.
Both agents supposed that The Shadow would be in New York also. They couldn't
understand what business would take him elsewhere.
"Do not concern yourselves with Hugh Barvale," resumed The Shadow.
"However deeply he may be involved, his part is a remote one, requiring no
contacts with the actual criminals."
"But his daughter was aboard the Ozark!" blurted Harry, realizing that he
had not reported the fact. "She was passing as Ruth Eldrey!"
"I suspected it," answered The Shadow, calmly. "That is why I ordered you
to watch her. The evidence, however, indicated that the gang on the Ozark also
believed her to be Ruth Eldrey, rather than Edna Barvale. As I said before, we
may consider Barvale's part as remote."
It was dawning on Harry that the very completeness of Edna's disguise had
been a give-away to The Shadow. The girl had overdone it, as far as he was
concerned. It had been worthy of notice, from The Shadow's viewpoint, that
whereas Edna Barvale was a pronounced blonde, Ruth Eldrey had been an extreme
brunette. Women, when they disguised themselves, invariably thought in terms
of
opposites.
There was silence, while Harry and Cliff finished their ham and eggs.
They
were swallowing their coffee, when The Shadow again spoke in Cranston's steady
style. He had risen, had strolled to a front window that overlooked the ocean.
"That wireless message" - The Shadow's tone was one of recollection -
"came from somewhere at sea. It was sent by the man who is in active charge of
all, criminal operations. That man" - there was a marked pause, before The
Shadow gave the name - "is known as Pointer Trame!"
The agents were electrified. They had shared in previous battles with
members of The Hand. They had expected Pointer Trame to be next in line, but
had not connected him with recent crimes at sea. Yet they saw the logic of The
Shadow's discovery.
Blackmail - rackets - murder; such had been the previous activities of
the
different "fingers" who had met their finish. Each had played his own chosen
game. The next to come was theft, for it was a specialty with Pointer Trame.
These crimes at sea, despite their oddity, smacked definitely of theft; and,
therefore, of Pointer Trame.
Harry and Cliff had finished their coffee. They awaited further words
from
The Shadow. He gave a quiet order of dismissal. As they went from the hotel