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

ALL during these hours of early evening, another agent was on duty elsewhere. Harry Vincent was
lounging about the premises of the Narrowneck Club, out on Long Island. He was the guest of Colin
Renright. Harry and the athlete had become chums.

In his study of Renright, Harry had found the fellow to be a dynamic sort. Renright had many friends at
the Narrowneck Club; and they regarded him as a good fellow. Renright was a man of reserve; that was
the chief reason why he was likable. Yet Harry could not drop the conviction that beneath the surface,
Renright might possess a flaring disposition. Harry was of the opinion that Renright would prove
dangerous if crossed.

To-day's news of crime on Long Island had perplexed Harry. He still suspected that Renright might be
the Gray Ghost. After dinner, Harry had received a telephone call from Burbank, with the information
that last night's crime had not been the work of the Gray Ghost. Thus Harry's original conjecture was
supported. The fact that he had watched Renright last night and found the man guiltless did not prove
anything to Renright's credit.

To-night, Renright had suggested a trip into Holmwood, to look up some friends. When Harry joined
Renright beside the latter's car, he noticed a bulge in the man's overcoat pocket. Harry guessed that
Renright's application for a gun permit had gone through, for the bulge indicated a revolver. Harry was
carrying an automatic of his own; but he did not mention the fact to Renright.

They drove into Holmwood. When they reached the club, Renright inquired after several friends. Gaining
information, he turned to Harry with a laugh.

“That's odd,” asserted Renright. “They've all gone out to Narrowneck. We'll have to travel back there.”

“They'll be at the club?” asked Harry.

“No,” replied Renright. “They've gone to a stag party at Tom Forbel's. A great chap, Forbel. He has
plenty of money and doesn't mind spending it. He has a flare for rare gems; we'll probably see some of
them.”

“We're going to Forbel's?”

“Certainly. He keeps open house. I know him well; he'll be glad to see both of us.”

Two persons entered the club as Harry and Renright were leaving. One was Pierce Gilden; the other was
Jane Debrossler. Harry caught their conversation.

“Thanks, Pierce,” he heard Jane say. “Awfully nice of you to take me into New York. Louise took one
car and father has the other. They thought the train was good enough for me.”

“It isn't,” laughed Gilden. “Therefore, my car is at your disposal. But don't expect me to go to the concert
with you. I hate music in the raw.”

Renright had noticed Harry, when he eyed the couple. Outside, Renright asked:

“Friends of yours?”

“No,” replied Harry, “but I know who they are. The girl is Jane Debrossler.”