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THE GRAY GHOST
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE RAIDER IN GRAY
? CHAPTER II. CRIME COMPLETE
? CHAPTER III. THE LAW'S TRAIL
? CHAPTER IV. THE SHADOW'S TRAIL
? CHAPTER V. MISTAKEN IDENTITY
? CHAPTER VI. HARRY REPORTS
? CHAPTER VII. A BROKEN TRAIL
? CHAPTER VIII. NEWS TO THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER IX. THE NEEDED LINK
? CHAPTER X. FACTS FOR THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XI. CRIME FORETOLD
? CHAPTER XII. THE GHOST APPEARS
? CHAPTER XIII. FLIGHT IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER XIV. THE TRAP IS LAID
? CHAPTER XV. THE SHADOW'S PRESENCE
? CHAPTER XVI. THE GHOST GAMBOLS
? CHAPTER XVII. THE VANISHED OUTLAW
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE NEXT NIGHT
? CHAPTER XIX. HARRY SEES DOUBLE
? CHAPTER XX. MID-CHANNEL

CHAPTER I. THE RAIDER IN GRAY
“THEY call him the Gray Ghost, sir.” It was a solemn-faced butler who made the statement. He was
facing a group of four young people, who were seated, smiling, in the mellow lamp glow that lighted an
enclosed porch.

Opened windows gained a wafted breeze; the tang of the air, the distant blasts of steamship whistles,
betokened that the house was near Long Island Sound.

“Yes, Mr. Gilden.” Solemnly, the butler nodded to the tuxedoed young man who formed the center of
the group. “The Gray Ghost is what they call him.”

“The Gray Ghost,” chuckled Gilden. “Come, Furbison! Don't tell me that you believe in spooks!”

“There are those who do, sir. Butlers, housemaids, chauffeurs—here on Long Island. They have seen the
Gray Ghost prowling about—”

Gilden stopped the butler with a laugh. The young man turned to the other persons beside him. One was
a young man his own age; the other two were girls who looked like sisters, both in their early twenties.
“Fancy it,” chuckled Gilden. “We are living in the twentieth century. Here am I, Pierce Gilden; and
you”—he gestured toward the other man—“Alan Reeth, both of us imbued with the realism of the
modern age. We come to the home of Martin Debrossler, a wealthy banker.”

Pausing, Gilden swept his hand about to indicate the surroundings.