"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 260 - The Money Master" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

death behind them. Once before, death had given The Shadow an important clue. As he had viewed
Brune's body, so did he wish to look at this new victim, whose doom had been too sudden to allow a
rescue.

Out of his cab, The Shadow reached Emmart's body, took a look at the dead face and recognized it.

Turning to Emmart's cab, The Shadow saw the cash box lying on the floor, where the sudden stop had
thrown it. The contents consisted of silver coins, mostly spilled, a few papers that The Shadow hadn't
time to examine. Half out of the box was a loose-leaf notebook that would take too long to go through.

But there was something elseтАФevidence of a sort that could prove quite useful. Along with coins that
were obviously of foreign mintage, was a printed card. The Shadow plucked it from the floor of the cab
and turned quickly from the door. People were coming from cars to see what had happened; to delay
would be both troublesome and useless.

The Shadow's cab had swung around in the center of the avenue. Reaching it with long, swift strides, The
Shadow sprang aboard and ordered the driver to get started. The order was a simple one to follow,
since the cab was turned away from the traffic that jammed the corner.

As the cab sped off, another car managed to detach itself from the jam and follow. The men in the trailing
car were Cliff and Hawkeye.

By the passing lights of the avenue, The Shadow read the card that he had found. It fitted neatly in a case
that was obviously a sequel to the murder of Elvor Brune. Giving the address on the card to his driver,
The Shadow settled back in the rear seat.

He'd given the address only; not the name of the concern at that location. It would be easy enough to find
when the cab reached that address. Whether or not the clue would bring results, The Shadow could learn
only by following it.

On an evening when everyone was combining guesswork with action, The Shadow's policy was to do
the same, since time seemed the most valuable element involved. A wrong trail taken swiftly could be no
worse than a right one followed too late.

The question was: had others moved ahead?

They had. A man named Zorva had moved a pawn called Anton. Shep Ficklin was still on the move, in
response to inside information from Bert Cowder. Two moves aheadтАФwhich made The Shadow's move
the third, if he could use it to advantage!

CHAPTER V. BATTLE OF SHADOWS
BERT COWDER cocked his derby hat and gave the barkeeper a solemn stare. There wasn't a thing in
Bert's manner to mark him as a double-crosser. For years, the private dick had rehearsed the part that
he had taken on tonight. Bert believed that honesty was the best policyтАФwith a catch to it.

It was Bert's observation that crime didn't pay because crooks were too greedy. He'd felt more and
more that the proper process was to build for a grand clean-up and make it final. A one-shot crime, that
was Bert's idea. Only luck could produce such opportunity; but there were ways of encouraging luck, the
best being to be where luck might strike.