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THE YELLOW DOOR
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. MURDER'S AFTERMATH
? CHAPTER II. TRIPLE DEATH
? CHAPTER III. THE LAW ENTERS
? CHAPTER IV. IN CLEVELAND
? CHAPTER V. HARRY REPORTS
? CHAPTER VI. PATHS IN THE NIGHT
? CHAPTER VII. THE MESSENGER
? CHAPTER VIII. FACTS TO THE LAW
? CHAPTER IX. THE SHADOW'S BARGAIN
? CHAPTER X. DEATH STRIKES TWICE
? CHAPTER XI. THE NEXT TEST
? CHAPTER XII. DOUBLE CAPTURE
? CHAPTER XIII,. WESTON DECREES
? CHAPTER XIV. TABLES TURN
? CHAPTER XV. DEATH DECREED
? CHAPTER XVI. THE GAME CHANGES
? CHAPTER XVII. HARRY'S VISITOR
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE UNSEEN TRAIL
? CHAPTER XIX. THE CITADEL
? CHAPTER XX. BEYOND THE DOOR
? CHAPTER XXI. THE SETTLEMENT



CHAPTER I. MURDER'S AFTERMATH
THE Jersey Central local chugged to a stop at the little Fanfield station. A wan-faced man stepped from
the smoker and crossed the gloomy platform of the station. It was night; few passengers came to Fanfield
at this hour. The ticket office had long since been closed.

Couplings jolted as the three-car local puffed from the station. The wan-faced man paused by a window
of the dimly lighted waiting room. His features were haggard; they showed that he had lost sleep. His lips
were twitchy; his eyes blinked suspiciously. The man feared that he was being followed.

Someone else had descended from the train. He was sure of it. All during the thirty minute ride from
Jersey City, he had felt that eyes were watching him. He could remember the same impression while
crossing by ferry from Manhattan. Yet when he eyed the entire platform, the jittery man failed to catch
sight of a single human being.

There was an old automobile parked in the station driveway. It was an ancient sedan that served as local
taxi from the Fanfield station. The driver was dozing behind the wheel. The nervous man shifted a
suitcase that he was carrying. He approached the taxi, opened the door and entered. He jogged the
sleepy driver.

"Take me to 64 Wesley Drive," ordered the wan-faced man. "Make it in a hurry."