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GARDEN OF DEATH
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE SILENT MANSION
? CHAPTER II. THE VANISHED PROWLER
? CHAPTER III. A MATTER OF MURDER
? CHAPTER IV. THE SHADOW'S RETURN
? CHAPTER V. CREATURES OF NIGHT
? CHAPTER VI. CRIME'S CANDIDATES
? CHAPTER VII. THE HOUSE OF FLOWERS
? CHAPTER VIII. THE SHADOW'S LINK
? CHAPTER IX. MURDER RETURNED
? CHAPTER X. THE TRAIL DELAYED
? CHAPTER XI. MURDER MUST OUT
? CHAPTER XII. ENOUGH OF MYSTERY
? CHAPTER XIII. AGENTS OF THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XIV. WHEN FLOWERS TALKED
? CHAPTER XV. GAME FOR GAME
? CHAPTER XVI. AROUND THE CLOCK
? CHAPTER XVII. BAIT FOR MURDER
? CHAPTER XVIII. DEATH STRIKES
? CHAPTER XIX. WINGED BLACKNESS
? CHAPTER XX. BATTLERS OF NIGHT
? CHAPTER XXI. ASSISTED DOOM

CHAPTER I. THE SILENT MANSION
SERENELY, the Bendleton mansion basked amid the shelter of shade trees that skirted its broad,
well-kept lawns. In the thinning light of the setting sun, the house absorbed the laziness of the Indian
Summer afternoon, giving the outward impression that all was well within.

Only one pair of eyes in a thousand would have detected menace beneath that tranquil setting. It
happened that the thousandth pair were present, to view the deceptive scene.

They were the eyes of The Shadow.

His eyes alone betrayed the identity of the singular visitor who had come to Long Island to visit Richard
Bendleton. Burning eyes, whose glow seemed the reflection of the sinking sun that was screened by the
high hedge behind the mansion. Except for those eyes, The Shadow's features were calm, composed,
even maskish in expression.

Like the mansion itself, The Shadow gave an outward appearance that would have deceived the average
observer. Outwardly, The Shadow was Lamont Cranston, leisurely New York clubman, human symbol
of wealth and indolence. He had come to Long Island in his new limousine, which was piloted by his
regular chauffeur.

The limousine, of the convertible type, had its top thrown back so that its passenger could better enjoy
the favorable weather. That lowered top also enabled the complacent Mr. Cranston to gain a very