"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 005 - Gangdom's Doom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

"In New York, register, under my name—Claude H. Fellows—at the Metrolite Hotel. You will receive
immediate instructions from my patron."

"Are you going with me?"
"No. I have a ticket for Omaha, Nebraska. I have certain business there.

"Remember, Prescott, that I am an insurance broker. I travel considerably. I brought my bag with me
tonight. You will accompany me as though you were simply going to the station. But our routes will be in
opposite directions.

"Those who follow me will be on a false trail. Yet after you have dropped off at the Michigan Central
station, there will be no clew other than myself."

A look of satisfaction appeared upon Horace Prescott's face. He had trusted this man because he was in
an uncomfortable situation. He believed everything that Fellows had told him.

Now he felt assured that to-night would be his opportunity to elude the threats that hung above him.

PRESCOTT pushed a button on the wall. A Japanese servant entered. Prescott was about to speak to
him when a sound came from the street. It was the loud back-fire of a motor.

Prescott leaped to his feet and was halfway across the room before he could restrain himself. He
regained his composure with effort. Traces of alarm still remained upon his face. He had mistaken the
noise for a revolver shot.

"Togo," he said to the servant, "Mr. Fellows is leaving in ten minutes I shall drive to the station with him.
Tell Louie to have the car ready immediately."

The servant left to telephone the garage. Prescott looked at his watch. He lighted a panatella and puffed
nervously, then threw the cigar away.

"I'm trusting you, Fellows," he blurted suddenly. "I know your proposition is on the level. If these rats
wanted to put me out of the way, they wouldn't use any complicated plan to do it.

"I thought, for a few minutes, that your proposition was phony; but that would be ridiculous. I'm out of
the racket now. I'm going to play straight. I don't know who your boss is; but you have plenty of
confidence in him. I'm glad I was on the level with you."

He glanced at his watch.

"Louie ought to be here by now," he said. "You go downstairs first, with your bag. Get in the car. If you
see any one prowling around, come back as though you forgot something.

"If I don't hear from you, I'll come along in a few minutes. Leave the door of the car half open."

Fellows nodded. He picked up his bag and left the penthouse. When he reached the street, the insurance
broker saw Prescott's limousine standing in front of the building. The chauffeur was in the front seat.

Prescott had sent the car to bring Fellows to his home; hence the observant insurance broker recognized
the car immediately.