"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 116 - Intimidation,Inc" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

Intimidation bunk and change it into a three-way split. Two shares for
yourself:
one as Nobby Kilgan, the other as Intimidation, Incorporated."
Nobby was on his feet, fuming, before The Shadow had finished. His right
hand shot to his hip; it stopped when Nobby saw The Shadow's hand slide out of
sight, beneath his coat. If it came to guns, Nobby knew that Link Delvo would
beat him to the draw.
"All right, wise guy," decided Nobby, bringing his empty hand to view.
"I'll spill something the grapevine hasn't got yet. While you were out
checking
up, I called the real guys together and told them about the letter that I
showed
you.
"I told them they could figure me as big-shot and take orders like they
did from Sack. Only all the dough we take is divided equal, savvy? After we
cut
one-third for this Intimidation guy. You know what that means? I'd get less
dough than Sack used to get, even if I grabbed the one-third for myself."
Nobby's heated outburst ended. Slouching into his chair, he leaned across
the desk and added cannily:
"Be around to the apartment in about an hour. The bunch is meeting then.
Forget that I got sore. You're still in, Link."


NOBBY waved his hand for dismissal. In Link's deliberate style, The
Shadow
went from the office. Hardly had the door clicked before Nobby sprang to the
connecting door that led to the rear apartment.
Reaching that rendezvous, he found two men waiting. They were the pair
that The Shadow had encountered at Lenning's: Brad, his right arm bulging with
bandages; Skeet, stubbly faced and sharp-eyed.
"Get going, you two," snapped Nobby. "I want you to case Link Delvo. He
went out by the front. Tail him. If you get him boxed, tip me off. I'll send a
flock of torpedoes after him."
Brad and Skeet departed. Nobby sat at the table, poured himself a stiff
drink. An idea had struck Nobby. He believed that he had found the man in back
of Intimidation, Incorporated. Nobby's choice was Link Delvo.
Little did Nobby realize that The Shadow had taunted him with direct
purpose; namely, to make sure that Nobby was not concerned in the game. The
Shadow had believed it unlikely that Nobby represented Intimidation,
Incorporated; but he wanted to remove the possibility. He had done so by his
direct charge. In so doing, The Shadow had put himself on the spot. He was
through as Link Delvo.


OUTSIDE, The Shadow was strolling along the street in the fashion of Link
Delvo. In the gathering darkness, he recognized the presence of lurkers. As
clearly as if he had witnessed the scene in Nobby's rendezvous, The Shadow
knew
what to expect.