"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 101 - The Gray Ghost" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

“The Gray Ghost!”

FURBISON was between Debrossler and The Shadow. The banker did not catch full view of the shape
against the wall. He saw Furbison totter back in fear. Thereupon Debrossler sprang forward, game for
battle.

Like a living whirlwind, The Shadow hurtled outward into the room. He was upon Debrossler instantly;
he spun the banker about and sent him floundering against a table. The Shadow reached the hallway.
There, he was blocked by Pennybrook.

The lawyer was swinging a heavy cane, apparently anxious to deal with the Gray Ghost. He bashed a
stroke at The Shadow; the black-clad invader stopped Pennybrook's arm with an up-swinging fist.

Plucking the cane from Pennybrook's grasp, The Shadow swung it on a wide sweep to the floor. As
Pennybrook tried to grapple, The Shadow thrust the cane between the lawyer's ankles. Wrenching away,
he applied a twist. Pennybrook sprawled.

The Shadow had released the cane. He was driving toward the front door. Gilden was picking a cane
from the rack; the young man dropped it in his haste and leaped, bare-handed, upon The Shadow.
Fiercely, Gilden tried to grip The Shadow's throat. Gilden's strength proved puny.

The Shadow wrenched away the grasping hands. Gaining a jujutsu hold upon Gilden, he swung him
about toward the inner end of the hall. Pennybrook had regained his feet and was ready for a new drive.
With a heave of his shoulders, The Shadow propelled Gilden's light form squarely against the lawyer.
Gilden and Pennybrook fell in a huddle.

The Shadow gained the door.

Debrossler's daughters were screaming the alarm from the windows of the porch. Towden had heard
them. The chauffeur was rounding the house when The Shadow encountered him.

Another grapple in the darkness. Towden never had the slightest advantage. The Shadow had expected
him. With a huge swing, he sent the chauffeur headlong into a clump of shrubbery. Making for the street,
The Shadow gained his car.

Harry was ready at the wheel. The coupe roared away. At The Shadow's order, Harry performed a
circuit, skirting the town of Holmwood. Near the end of the roundabout course, they heard the wail of
distant sirens. The alarm had gone out; police would soon be covering roads. The Shadow gave another
order; Harry swung the car to the left. They came out upon a traveled highway.

The coupe had cleared the danger zone. Police would regard it simply as another car coming from some
Long Island town more distant than Holmwood. The Shadow's keen choice of a route had enabled him
to elude any closing mesh.

Back in Holmwood, a new search would be on. The law would gain the report that the Gray Ghost had
returned. The Shadow's investigation had been ended for to-night; but he had profited by the brief
episode at Debrossler's.

The false report of The Gray Ghost's return might well produce advantages. The Shadow could foresee