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SHIWAN KHAN RETURNS
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. WORD TO THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER II. SEVEN O'CLOCK
? CHAPTER III. KHYBER KILLERS
? CHAPTER IV. MEN OF THE DARK
? CHAPTER V. THE MAN FROM PERSIA
? CHAPTER VI. BAIT FOR THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER VII. FRIENDS OF SHIWAN KHAN
? CHAPTER VIII. DEATH BY DESIGN
? CHAPTER IX. MOVES IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER X. THE SCARED MAN
? CHAPTER XI. A TRAGEDY OF ERRORS
? CHAPTER XII. THE VANISHED TRAIL
? CHAPTER XIII. STRANGE SNARES
? CHAPTER XIV. THE MISSING SHADOW
? CHAPTER XV. INTO THE PAST
? CHAPTER XVI. PATHS UNSHADOWED
? CHAPTER XVII. SCHEME OF DEATH
? CHAPTER XVIII. DEATH ON THE LOOSE
? CHAPTER XIX. MARQUETTE'S MISSION
? CHAPTER XX. CRIME'S GREAT STROKE
? CHAPTER XXI. BLOCKED VICTORY
? CHAPTER XXII. CRIME'S FLIGHT

CHAPTER I. WORD TO THE SHADOW
THE thing that stood in the center of the old garage looked like a crazed man's dream. It was intended to
be an automobile, that much was certain; but it looked like a flashback to the experimental days of motor
cars, rather than anything that belonged to the present century.

In the center of a short, broad-beamed chassis, the mechanical brainstorm had a squatty V-type motor
hung low in a metal square. From each corner of the motor, a shaft ran to a wheel. In their turn, the
wheels were pointed at different angles, giving the whole contrivance a wabbly, disjointed appearance.

Beside the distorted device stood a man whose expression marked him as mad as his creation. He was
dressed in good clothes, but they were rumpled, soiled with grime and grease. His face, though youthful,
had a haggard look that went with age. He was unshaven and his face, like his light-brown hair, was
streaked with the same grime that ruined his clothes.

Few of the man's many acquaintances would have recognized him as Howard Felber, recently heralded
as the most promising of young automotive engineers.
Near Felber stood two men in overalls: his mechanics, Casey and Jim. They, alone, had been allowed to
join Felber in this squalid old garage. Located in a rundown section of Manhattan, the place was the only
workshop that Felber could afford. He had exhausted most of his accumulated earnings buying the
expensive materials that now lay discarded along the walls.