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CITY OF CRIME
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. CROOKS IN AMBUSH
? CHAPTER II. SCATTERED HORDES
? CHAPTER III. BEHIND THE SCENES
? CHAPTER IV. INTO THE SNARE
? CHAPTER V. DEATH DELIVERED
? CHAPTER VI. CROOKS CONNIVE
? CHAPTER VII. THE FINGER POINTS
? CHAPTER VIII. THE TRAP REVERSED
? CHAPTER IX. THE LAW INVADES
? CHAPTER X. THE LOST TRAIL
? CHAPTER XI. WITHIN THE LAIR
? CHAPTER XII. THE SHADOW'S CLUE
? CHAPTER XIII. DEATH'S FALSE TALE
? CHAPTER XIV. ON THE SCENE OF CRIME
? CHAPTER XV. FOILED HOUNDS
? CHAPTER XVI. NEW REFUGE
? CHAPTER XVII. THE BOMBSHELL
? CHAPTER XVIII. LANCE FINDS THE ANSWER
? CHAPTER XIX. THE NEW GAME
? CHAPTER XX. THE LAW'S TURN
? CHAPTER XXI. THE SHADOW'S EXIT
? CHAPTER XXII. ESTELLE'S DISCOVERY
? CHAPTER XXIII. AMENDED STRATEGY
? CHAPTER XXIV. DOUBLE BATTLE
? CHAPTER XXV. WITHIN THE DEN

CHAPTER I. CROOKS IN AMBUSH
IT was gala night in the city of Westford. Streets were strung with brilliant lines of colored electric lights.
Store fronts were illuminated, throwing their brightness upon festooned posts and displaying the elaborate
decorations of their own windows. Tourists, driving through the main streets, gained the impressions that
this city of two hundred thousand was engaged in celebration.

As the boosters phrased it, Westford was a "live town" that was definitely "on the map"; the city attracted
visitors from every town within a hundred miles. Business was booming in Westford; it was predicted that
good times were here to remain. Thanks for the prosperity belonged to Westford's "live wire mayor",
Elvin Marclot. His administration was hailed as the greatest in the history of the city.

There was one man who viewed all this dourly, as he sat in a small ground-floor office that gave him a
slanted view of the main street. He was a husky, square-jawed individual, with weather-beaten face and
short-clipped hair that was well streaked with gray. He was attired in a blue uniform, that stretched tight
as he sat erect. His insignia marked him as a lieutenant of police.

Nearly everyone in Westford knew James Maclare. A veteran police officer, he had gained a reputation
for honest and efficient service. His record was one of blunt, painstaking toil, rather than that of brilliant