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

an athlete. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows; Harry saw forearms that would have suited a crack
oarsman.

The newcomer fulfilled the description of the Gray Ghost.

The club manager was at the doorway. He spoke to the husky man on the veranda.

“What do you think of this Gray Ghost, Mr. Renright?”

“Not much,” replied Renright, gruffly. “People hereabouts seem gifted with imaginations. By the way, I'm
going uptown. If there are any calls for me, I'll be back in an hour.”

Renright strode away. Harry saw him enter a parked coupe and drive toward Holmwood. Remembering
the club register of overnight guests, Harry recalled the name of Colin Renright. Approaching the door,
Harry spoke to the manager.

“That chap who just came out here,” remarked Harry—“was he Colin Renright?”

“Yes,” replied the manager. “You know him?”

“I have met him. I didn't know that he lived in Holmwood.”

“He doesn't. He lives out at Narrowneck. He used to be a member of this club. He stops over night,
occasionally.”

“Quite an athlete, I understand.”

“Renright is. A sportsman, too.”

“Will he be back later?”

“In an hour or so.”

“I'll say hello to him when he returns.”
Entering the club house, Harry went to a telephone. He put in a call to Rutledge Mann, and made a
report. Mann promised to have facts concerning Renright within the next hour. He then proceeded to
give Harry special instructions.

LEAVING the club, Harry went to his own coupe. He drove away on a new mission. Mann had
informed him that facts had been learned regarding the dog that Culden had taken into New York. The
dog had been shipped South; the shipper's name was P.T. Yenner, whose address was a Holmwood
residence. It was Harry's temporary job to visit Yenner's and make inquiry.

Rutledge Mann, as contact agent for The Shadow, had many sources of information. His capacity of
investment broker gave him wide acquaintance. Mann had been cooperating effectively to-day.

Harry found the Yenner residence. It was only a few blocks from the railway station. The place was
closed; but a gardener was clipping hedges. Harry drove up and accosted the man.

“Mr. Yenner is away?”