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THE BLUR
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. ODDS ON DEATH
? CHAPTER II. MURDER'S TWILIGHT
? CHAPTER III. BLURRED BATTLE
? CHAPTER IV. TRAIL OF THE BLUR
? CHAPTER V. ONE FROM THREE
? CHAPTER VI. CRIME TO COME
? CHAPTER VII. TWO - NOT OF A KIND
? CHAPTER VIII. FIGHTERS IN THE GLOOM
? CHAPTER IX. CHANCE MURDER
? CHAPTER X. THE SHADOW'S TRAIL
? CHAPTER XI. TERRY CHANGES SIDES
? CHAPTER XII. NINE O'CLOCK STROKE
? CHAPTER XIII. WORD TO THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XIV. THE WAY OF THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XV. THE BLUR DECIDES
? CHAPTER XVI. CRIME'S HOUR
? CHAPTER XVII. OUT OF THE TRAP
? CHAPTER XVIII. TWO FROM THREE
? CHAPTER XIX. THE FINAL CHALLENGE
? CHAPTER XX. CRIME'S REWARD

CHAPTER I. ODDS ON DEATH
TERRY RADNOR was down to his last chip.

One chip meant five dollars in the classy Century Casino where Terry was playing roulette. Newest and
most palatial of all the illicit gambling clubs in New York, the Century Casino was no place for pikers, as
Terry was finding out.

Harboring the lone chip, Terry watched the wheel spin. He wasn't taking the ride this trip; he'd had too
many rides. His only way to make up the few hundred dollars that he had lost would be to build up
slowly, taking even chances on the red or black.

The trouble was, Terry couldn't decide which he wanted, red or black; or, for that matter, odd or even
numbers, which the roulette board also offered. He found himself staring at the board, to learn which the
players preferred.

Sight of the board only bewildered him. At least a dozen players were putting larger sums than Terry's
original stake on a single turn of the wheel.

Looking at the players, Terry understood why.
Tex Winthorp, owner of the Century Casino, had been smart when he opened this gambling club deluxe,
in the heart of Manhattan, in defiance of the law. The place had attracted a clientele that was not only
wealthy, but inveterate in its gambling. The faces that Terry saw about him were those of persons to
whom the click of the roulette wheel carried the rhythm of pulse beats.