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GEMS OF DOOM
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. EYES OF CRIME
? CHAPTER II. THE SINISTER SCHEME
? CHAPTER III. SHADOW - SHADOW
? CHAPTER IV. DEATH IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER V. THE MAN WHO KNEW
? CHAPTER VI. CRIME'S HEADQUARTERS
? CHAPTER VII. MOVES AT DUSK
? CHAPTER VIII. THE BLIND TRAIL
? CHAPTER IX. THE FIERY BARRIER
? CHAPTER X. THE DIAMOND SHOW
? CHAPTER XI. ABOVE AND BELOW
? CHAPTER XII. STRANGE STRATEGY
? CHAPTER XIII. CRIME'S TERMS
? CHAPTER XIV. CRANSTON'S APPOINTMENT
? CHAPTER XV. CROOKS FIND THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XVI. OUT OF THE DARK
? CHAPTER XVII. LAST-MINUTE CRIME
? CHAPTER XVIII. FLIGHT REVERSED
? CHAPTER XIX. DEAD MAN'S STORY
? CHAPTER XX. CRIME'S PROOF
CHAPTER I. EYES OF CRIME
SHADOWY silence clutched the darkened street, and the portly man in the taxicab did not like it. His
pudgy face was nervous, as he glanced back at the fading lights of the avenue. His voice was gaspy as he
turned to his bland companion, to inquire:

"You're sure that Kreld expects us, Traal?"

"Of course," replied the bland man, coolly. "I called him this afternoon, Blendon."

The cab stopped under the looming bulk of a massive brownstone house, that seemed like a giant sphinx,
waiting to snatch wayfarers with its paw. Blendon was fumbly, when he tried to pay the cabby. Traal
gave a short laugh, and produced the needed fare.

Blendon was still nervous when the pair ascended the brownstone steps. He had a right to be.

As the head of the Gotham Jewelers' Association, Alfred Blendon regarded himself as a marked man.
Wherever he went, Blendon imagined that crooks trailed him, on the chance that he might be carrying
Jewels.

As a result, Blendon never did carry jewels. But this evening he was doing the equivalent. His
companion, Jan Traal, representative of a South African diamond syndicate, had brought along a mere
quarter million in uncut stones, for delivery to a wealthy purchaser, Donald Kreld.

While Traal kept tugging at the big doorbell, Blendon squinted across the street. The houses opposite