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DEAD MAN'S CHEST
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. DEATH FROM BEYOND
? CHAPTER II. TRAILS IN THE NIGHT
? CHAPTER III. AT THE CLUB CADENZA
? CHAPTER IV. THROUGH THE WINDOW
? CHAPTER V. JUNE GAINS A CLUE
? CHAPTER VI. MEET SKIPPER MALLOY
? CHAPTER VII. DEATH TELLS A TALE
? CHAPTER VIII. A LETTER TO THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER IX. CRANSTON'S APPOINTMENT
? CHAPTER X. TRAIL OF THE MERMAIDS
? CHAPTER XI. THE SHADOW COMES FIRST
? CHAPTER XII. DUEL IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER XIII. THE RIGBY RECORD
? CHAPTER XIV. THE VANISHING FIGHTERS
? CHAPTER XV. QUEST OF THE MISSING
? CHAPTER XVI. THE MAN WHO TALKED
? CHAPTER XVII. GONE FOREVER, CLEMENTINE
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE SHADOW TAKES A TRAIL
? CHAPTER XIX. A QUESTION OF CHESTS
? CHAPTER XX. IRON HEAD
? CHAPTER XXI. LAST OF THE LONGBOATS
? CHAPTER XXII. OUT OF THE PAST
? CHAPTER XXIII. THE RIDDLE OF THE CHEST

CHAPTER I. DEATH FROM BEYOND
DOUG LAWTON paused along the Manhattan waterfront and looked for the old Darien Pier. He saw
it, looming above the express highway, a grim, gray, ghostly structure that looked like a monster with a
pre-historic past, ready to swallow any unwise wayfarer who might come within its reach.

Below the elevated highway lay the broad, rough-surfaced street that ran along the waterfront, an
esplanade of darkness as black as the river itself. Doug had followed that thoroughfare southward from
Fourteenth Street; how many blocks he didn't know, for he had been looking for the pier.

Besides, it was difficult to count the blocks in this vicinity for the streets were all dead-ends, some with
numbers, others with names, that slanted to meet the veering edge of the Manhattan shore line. Counting
streets would be the next task for Doug Lawton, now that he had found the Darien Pier. But he would
have to wait until he heard the tugboat whistles. They wouldn't come for several minutes yet, for when
Doug looked at the luminous dial of his wrist watch, he saw that he was ahead of schedule.
Pausing in the darkness, Doug studied the old pier which, though obviously long empty, still bore the
name "DARIEN LINES" in faded letters against its colorless background. Doug could now understand
why the Darien Pier had been picked as his starting point for tonight. It was about the only structure high
enough to catch the reflected glimmer of Manhattan lights, for the low buildings on the near side of this
street cut off the city's glow. Therefore, the pier made a conspicuous landmark, when judged by its upper
stories.