"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 252 - Judge Lawless" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

bring
in the other pretense, his claim that he would have to stay where Moyland
couldn't find him.
Actually, Dave intended to visit Moyland soon, and thrash things out with
him. It would be easy enough to make a secret trip to Moyland's house without
Judge Lawless knowing it. Dave would simply sneak from the hide-out and come
back again, between times.
There was a nod from Judge Lawless. With his knobby hand, he scrawled
something on a sheet of paper and thrust it to Dave. As the young man started
to read it; Lawless arose.
"Put it away," rasped Lawless. "You can read it later. Come along with
me,
Channey."
They went downstairs and through the rear room of the basement, where
they
passed a group who were eating sandwiches around a table. Among the group,
Dave
saw Menz, and from the grin the sallow man gave him, Dave knew that he
belonged. Merely passing by in the companionship of Judge Lawless was a
passport for the future.
Out through a back door, Judge Lawless motioned Dave to a parked
limousine. Dave noted a chauffeur in the front seat, an ugly fellow who kept
his hat well over his eyes. He observed too, that the limousine was something
of an antique, an old-fashioned town car that no one would connect with
crooks.
Once in the car with Lawless, Dave found out something else.
The windows of the old limousine were blacked out. In this car, Lawless
had absolute privacy. Even the glass partition to the front was blacked. There
were two dim lights glowing within the car, enough for Dave barely to make out
his companion's face, but no glow could arrive from outside.
Judge Lawless spoke something through a speaking tube, and they started
off on a leisurely journey that included many turns. During the ride, the
judge
said nothing, but his beady black eyes were constantly fixed on Dave to make
sure that his companion was indifferent both to the speed of the car and its
direction. Finally, Lawless spoke sharply through the tube again.
The limousine stopped. Judge Lawless didn't even offer a handshake.
Instead, he opened a door and gestured Dave out to the street, speaking
meanwhile:
"I shall know where to find you when I want you, Channey, and that will
be
very soon."
The car was in motion as Dave's foot reached the sidewalk. The door
slammed, and Dave turned to see the rear lights twinkling round a corner. He
hadn't a chance to spot the license-plate number, for the old-fashioned car
had
two spare tires on the back and the plate was nested deep between them, hence
invisible when the car made its swing.
But Dave Channey merely grinned. Looking about the neighborhood where
Judge Lawless had dropped him, Dave spotted a taxicab and beckoned it. Once in