"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 285 - Fountain of Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

"Is this Penn Station or Grand Central, Lamont?"

"The Pennsylvania Station," replied Cranston. "You didn't have time to guess the direction, the way
Shrevvy brought us here. Anyway, you ought to recognize the place."

"I'm recognizing the people," returned Margo. "Look, Lamont, there's a sunbonnet job that couldn't have
come from anywhere except the Pennsylvania hill country."

"Very interesting," remarked Cranston, turning in the opposite direction, "but I'm more interested in
finding Johnny."

"Sunbonnet Sue is looking for somebody, too," said Margo. "Well, if anybody is looking for her, they'll
find her. What a plain face she has!"

"There's Johnny, coming from the train gate," interposed Cranston. "This way, Margo. We'll meet him."

"A face like a dress-shop dummy," mused Margo, across her shoulder. "You know, Lamont, you could
make that face into almost anybody's. Why -"

Twisting her elbow from Cranston's helpful hand, Margo stood stock-still and stared most impolitely.
Then:
"It just couldn't happen, Lamont," Margo declared. "But look for yourself and see the man who's meeting
Miss Prim Puss. Over there by the other train gate, see him? He must be her twin brother; his face is just
as blank as hers, absolutely without expression!"

Plucking for Lamont's arm, Margo found it wasn't there. Turning, Margo saw him coming toward her
with Johnny. In a sprightly mood, Johnny was quick to catch Margo's astonishment.

"Hello, Margo," he greeted. "What's bitten you?"

"That man over there," returned Margo. "I don't mean he bit me. I just mean" - Margo stared, more
puzzled than before - "why he's gone, and his girl friend with him."

"You mentioned an odd-looking woman," recalled Cranston. "But what was odd about the man?"

"The same thing," explained Margo. "He was the original dead pan, as frozen as the Great Stone Face."

"Sounds like Kirkwood," laughed Johnny. "Too bad he just left. We could have compared him with your
candidate in the line of impersonality."

"But does Kirkwood have a girl friend?"

"Spare the thought. Still" - Johnny's forehead furrowed - "Agatha was just about his speed. She's Elder's
secretary. Good folk, both, but about as individual from the human standpoint as those big pinetrees that
look like a set of matched golf clubs. How did I stand it at Sapphire Springs, anyway?"

Cranston's keen eyes saw their chance to press home a more current subject. Calmly, he asked:

"How are you standing it here, Johnny?"