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THE CHINESE DISKS
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. COMING EVENTS
? CHAPTER II. GREEN LIGHTS
? CHAPTER III. THE SECOND DISK
? CHAPTER IV. THE SHADOW CONNECTS
? CHAPTER V. PEOPLE OF THE PAST
? CHAPTER VI. FARROW ENTERS
? CHAPTER VII. FARROW REPORTS
? CHAPTER VIII. TWO TRAILS
? CHAPTER IX. THE DEATH TRAP
? CHAPTER X. THE TRAP SPRINGS
? CHAPTER XI. CRIME BEGINS
? CHAPTER XII. THE SHADOW MOVES
? CHAPTER XIII. FARROW'S VISITOR
? CHAPTER XIV. AIDS TO THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XV. GENTLEMEN OF CRIME
? CHAPTER XVI. CRIME'S TRAIL
? CHAPTER XVII. HALF A MILLION
? CHAPTER XVIII. MOVES ON THE MORROW
? CHAPTER XIX. AT THE LAUNDRY
? CHAPTER XX. THE DOUBLE SLIP
? CHAPTER XXI. CRIME STRIKES
? CHAPTER XXII. THE LAW MOVES
? CHAPTER XXIII. MASTERS MEET

CHAPTER I. COMING EVENTS
"I DON'T know nothin', Joe. I ain't no stoolie -"

The speaker was a pale, rat-faced fellow. His voice, half snarl, half whine, ended with a twitch of ugly
lips. Beady eyes blinked nervously as they stared at the swarthy, firm-set visage on the opposite side of
the battered desk.

"You're a stoolie right now, Duff," rasped the swarthy man. "What's more, you're going to like it. I
brought you here so you could talk. No stall works with me. Get that?"

There was a pause as the two men faced each other beneath the light of a lamp that hung above the desk.
Silence followed while the beady eyes tried to outblink the hard-boiled gaze that met them. Twisted lips
were holding back.

The room in which these two had met was an unused office of detective headquarters. The rat-faced man
was "Duff" Corley, a small-fry mobster from the underworld of Manhattan. The swarthy-faced inquisitor
was Detective Joe Cardona, ace of the New York force.

Duff Corley was not the first of his ilk to meet Cardona in this little office. Detailed to special investigation
in the badlands, the star sleuth forced these appointments whenever he saw fit. Few crooks had the nerve