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

fray. Furbison brought in Pennybrook's briefcase, which had been dropped at the head of the stairs.
Cardona, meanwhile, had lifted the lawyer to a couch in the corner of the room.

“He'll come around in a few minutes,” decided the acting inspector. “That bump looks like a surface one.
We'd better send for a physician, though.”

CARDONA picked up the telephone on Debrossler's desk. The line was dead.

“Cut wires,” grunted Cardona. Then, after a glance toward the window, he queried: “Who was the fellow
who made the get-away? Could you identify him?”

“He was masked,” replied Debrossler. “His face hooded. He was dressed in a tight-fitting suit of gray.”

A gasp from Furbison: “The Gray Ghost!”
Cardona swung about and eyed the butler. Slowly, he began to nod.

“I've heard those rumors,” announced Cardona. “It's the Gray Ghost, all right. But he's no ghost.”

There was a groan from the couch. Pennybrook was rising, rubbing his sore head. The lawyer stared at
Debrossler; then questioned weakly:

“The money?”

“Gone,” replied Debrossler. “The Gray Ghost stole it.”

Then, rousing himself to a pitch of excitement, the banker turned to Cardona.

“Look!” Debrossler pointed to the desk. “There is the drawer he rifled! The Gray Ghost ripped it open,
lock and all! He seized my money! We must overtake him!”

For the first time, Cardona realized that a robbery had been completed. Swinging to Furbison, he
ordered:

“Get over to the next house. Call the local precinct. Tell them to put the patrol cars on the hunt. Describe
the Gray Ghost.”

Furbison scurried away. Cardona put another question to Debrossler:

“How much did the Gray Ghost get?”

“One hundred thousand dollars,” answered the banker. “All in currency.”

Cardona stared. He had supposed that the crook had netted nothing more than spare cash.

“One hundred thousand dollars,” repeated Debrossler, grimly, “and only one man knew that I had the
money here. Find him, inspector, and you will have a clue. Perhaps he is even working with the crook.”

“Who is he?”

“A man who lives only a mile from here. He had business with me. He insisted that I bring one hundred