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

As he reached a lighted street near the center of Dorchester, he
recognized the men who were tailing him: first Brad, then Skeet.
Slowing his pace, The Shadow waited while Skeet slipped into a doorway.
Boarding a taxi, The Shadow told the driver to take him to the railroad
station. The order, given in Link Delvo's tone, was loud enough for Skeet to
hear. When the taxi reached the station, another cab pulled up behind it. Brad
and Skeet alighted as soon as Link Delvo was out of sight.
Spying, the pair saw their quarry obtain a suitcase from the parcel room.
They watched him buy a ticket. They saw The Shadow, as unconcerned as ever,
come back to the taxi stand and tell a cabby to take him to the Forrest Hotel.
Actually, The Shadow had stopped at the Dorchester House, a pretentious hotel
that suited Lamont Cranston. The Forrest was an old hotel in a decadent
neighborhood; the sort of place where Link Delvo would stay.
The news suited Brad and Skeet. It was Brad who put in a quick call to
Nobby Kilgan, telling him where Link Delvo had gone. Brad received orders to
head for the Forrest, taking Skeet with him. Nobby promised that Link would be
spotted when he arrived; that torpedoes would be there with guns.
When he reached the Forrest Hotel, The Shadow sized the situation from
the
cab window. He spotted lurkers across the street from the disreputable place.
He
saw men in the lobby, smoking at the front window that opened on the street.
He
knew that they were tools of Nobby Kilgan.
Alighting, The Shadow paid the driver. Instead of going in by the front,
he strolled toward a side route - a blind alley that terminated in the stone
wall of a one-story garage, but afforded a side entrance into the hotel.
Lurking thugs closed in at the mouth of the passage. A rakish touring car
drew up; a machine gun muzzle loomed from its side. In the lobby, watchers
caught a signal from outside. They arose, went to the side door and began to
play a pin game, watching the only door by which Link Delvo could enter. Guns
bulged on the hips of these torpedoes.
Five minutes later, two cabs stopped near the Forrest. Out of one came
Nobby Kilgan; from the other, Brad and Skeet. A thug joined the trio; he gave
a
quick report:
"We've boxed Link Delvo. He must have wised to something, so he did a
sneak into the alley. Must 'a' thought he could get into the hotel; then found
out he couldn't. He's in there, wondering what to do next."
Nobby gave the prompt order: "Let him have it!"
Arms passed the signal. A dozen thugs came to action. The touring car
pulled squarely in front of the alley; its machine gun began a withering
clatter, pouring a spray of devastating lead into the darkness that had last
concealed Link Delvo. The bullets scoured every inch of the garage wall.
The touring car rolled away; its occupants firing in the air to attract
the attention of police and lead them on a false chase. Immediately, lurking
thugs poured toward the alleyway with flashlights. Some of these torpedoes
dashed in from the street; others through the side exit from the lobby. Their
job was to lug away the body of Link Delvo and make their get-away in waiting
cars.