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DEATH SHIP
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE DOUBLE SNARE
? CHAPTER II. BENEATH THE BAY
? CHAPTER III. CROSSED BATTLE
? CHAPTER IV. HIGH TIDE
? CHAPTER V. THE NEXT QUEST
? CHAPTER VI. A JAPANESE WELCOME
? CHAPTER VII. SOYOTO'S MESSAGE
? CHAPTER VIII. DEATH'S TRAIL
? CHAPTER IX. THE OUTSIDE CALL
? CHAPTER X. ALONG THE WATER FRONT
? CHAPTER XI. THE CAPTURE BELOW
? CHAPTER XII. PREW MAKES PLANS
? CHAPTER XIII. PAST GOLDEN GATE
? CHAPTER XIV. THE SHADOW FORESEES
? CHAPTER XV. THE MIDNIGHT STROKE
? CHAPTER XVI. SERGON'S TRIUMPH
? CHAPTER XVII. ABOARD AND BELOW
? CHAPTER XVIII. MARACOON REEF
? CHAPTER XIX. CRIME'S LAST STROKE

CHAPTER I. THE DOUBLE SNARE
THE last rays of sunset dyed the Golden Gate, adding a touch of crimson to the yellowed
sky above the blue Pacific. Looking off from the high structure of the Golden Gate Bridge, a
long, sleek steamship could be seen heading out to sea, her decks crowded with
Alaska-bound passengers.

Soon, that sight was lost to the driver who had viewed it. He was across the bridge, north of
San Francisco, dipping his coupe along a descending road that led away from the ocean.
Headed somewhere beyond Sausalito, he was away from the sunset's glow, entering a
gathering twilight that already gripped San Francisco Bay.

Headlights glimmered from the coupe; within the car there was the sound of a whispered
laugh. The dusk that presaged darkness was to that driver's liking.
He was The Shadow, whose chosen paths were those that lay beneath the shroud of night.

Out of heavy traffic, the car was moving slowly, as if lingering until darkness deepened. Its
lights were dim and therefore inconspicuous, but even that did not fully suit the mysterious
driver. When he had reached a road at the bay side, he extinguished the lights altogether.
From then on, the car's course resembled a creep, while keen eyes guided it solely by the
ribbon of grayish white that signified the narrow, winding roadway.

There came a place where a side road plowed off into the hillside, marked only by a thick
blackness. Most drivers would have hesitated at turning into that byway, even though familiar
with it, for darkness gave it the semblance of a bottomless hole. But The Shadow swung his