"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 243 - Room of Doom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)Shadow earlier. She was confusing this invader with the masked man who had
made the surprise entry into Aldriff's den. It required some stretch of the imagination, but Joan was capable of it. Actually, the girl's thoughts were confused by recent events. To begin with, she mistrusted Nevlin for the same reasons that The Shadow did, which was why she, too, had come upstairs. Finding an invader at Nevlin's very door, Joan's ideas performed a whirl-about, bringing her to the conclusion that Nevlin was really honest, and therefore in danger. Nevlin had struggled with the masked man, so Joan's mind jumped back to that event, and therefore gave her a wrong notion of The Shadow. As for The Shadow, he was chiding himself for having let a very essential point escape him. He'd taken it for granted that Joan was in conference with Weston and the Magnax executives, though he had not heard her voice. He should have looked in on that conference; if he had, he would have learned that Joan was absent from it, and therefore up to something else. Regrets were useless. The present task was to nullify Joan's mistaken guess without letting Nevlin learn what was happening; a rather difficult assignment, considering The Shadow's predicament. However, The Shadow remembered something that would help. He spoke in a whisper that Joan did not recognize. He was picking up a warning that Commissioner Weston had impressed upon the girl. will have to make more explanations to the police. They have been very tolerant with you so far, but they have their limits. It would be unfortunate if they even knew you owned a gun." The girl let her hand relax, only to tighten it again. Her grim smile showed that The Shadow's ruse had not quite worked. Joan was thinking that since the police wanted the missing masked man, they would probably thank her for trapping him. Nevertheless, The Shadow's words made Joan consider matters more calmly; which was an important gain. Over the top of the leveled gun, the girl tried to glimpse the face beneath the hat brim. The Shadow lifted his head slightly, letting her view his eyes. A good move, since it roused Joan's curiosity the more and enabled The Shadow to shift farther back, giving the impression that Joan held him more helpless than before. Burning eyes beneath the hat brim - Joan didn't recall that the masked man had such eyes. She could see the outline of a face, though she could not identify its features. Not for a moment did she class The Shadow as Cranston, for she thought that the commissioner's friend was in the conference |
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