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VOICE OF DEATH
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. PATH TO CRIME
? CHAPTER II. FROM THE DARK
? CHAPTER III. CRIME'S HALF-HOUR
? CHAPTER IV. HALF PAST EIGHT
? CHAPTER V. THE LAW'S TRAIL
? CHAPTER VI. CRIME'S SNARE
? CHAPTER VII. TRAILS IN THE NIGHT
? CHAPTER VIII. CRIME'S RETURN
? CHAPTER IX. THE LAW DECIDES
? CHAPTER X. THE HIDE-AWAY
? CHAPTER XI. HANDS IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER XII. CASH IN ADVANCE
? CHAPTER XIII. THE DOUBLE RIDDLE
? CHAPTER XIV. TRAILS CONVERGE
? CHAPTER XV. DIVIDED BATTLE
? CHAPTER XVI. THE SHADOW'S VISIT
? CHAPTER XVII. MESSAGE OF DARKNESS
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE VOICE FROM THE PAST
? CHAPTER XIX. CRIME IN DUPLICATE
? CHAPTER XX. WITNESSED MURDER
? CHAPTER XXI. WHERE CRIME FAILED

CHAPTER I. PATH TO CRIME
The man in the phone booth was talking very earnestly, and in emphatic fashion. He was a young man,
handsome in a rough-molded way, with his blunt profile and bulldog jaw. A fighter, too, of the
hot-tempered variety, as evidenced by the stretch of reddish hair at the side of his tilted hat.

His words passed unheard by persons who were waiting impatiently outside the drugstore telephone
booth, but they were witnesses to the young man's change of manner. As his conversation became more
abrupt, his lips took on a savage look, his eyes displayed a glare.

Concluding his talk, he slammed the receiver on its hook, slashed open the door of the booth, and
shouldered out so angrily that everyone sprang away to give him room.

Stopping at the cigar counter, the red-haired chap thwacked down a half dollar and demanded two
packs of cigarettes. The clerk didn't ask the brand; he knew them. Providing the cigarettes, the clerk
tried to make conversation along with the change:

"It's a nice day, Mr. Lycombe."
"Yeah?" Lycombe's fist came up as it scooped the change. "What's nice about it?"

"Nothing - nothing!"

The clerk was shrinking away as he made the apology; he seemed to fear that the fist was meant for his