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

WHEN he reached the hotel room, The Shadow opened his portable typewriter
and wrote himself a note, addressed in simple, direct style to Lamont
Cranston.
The note specified that he should take the plane that left Dorchester at noon,
without the two hundred thousand dollars that he had received from Newell
Radbourne.
The instructions added that he was to leave the money in a suitcase in
the
hotel room, with his other luggage; therefore, he was not to check out of the
Dorchester House. He was to leave the door unlocked, so that whoever wished
could enter.
The letter threatened death if instructions were not followed. It added
that the recipient was to destroy the note. When he had finished the letter,
The Shadow signed it in capitals with the name "INTIMIDATION INCORPORATED."
The Shadow then proceeded to disobey his own instructions. He had three
bags. In one of them, he packed his black garments and his make-up kit, along
with automatics, thus leaving no trace of his actual identity; for he was
taking that bag with him. There was space in it for the money that he had
received from Radbourne.
With pockets no longer bulging, The Shadow went out, carrying the one bag
and the portable typewriter. He left the door unlocked; stopped at the hotel
desk and placed his key there, remarking that he was going on a short trip,
but
would return. The clerk accepted The Shadow's statement that there was luggage
in the room.
It was approaching noon. The Shadow took a cab to the airport. On the
way,
he scrawled a brief note on hotel stationery; his writing showed the peculiar
jolts that come when one attempts to write while riding in an automobile.
He put the scrawled note in an envelope; added the letter that he had
typed to himself from Intimidation, Incorporated. Sealing the envelope, he
thrust it through the cab window to the taxi driver, along with a ten-dollar
bill.
"Take this to the city hall," ordered The Shadow, in a breathless tone.
"Make sure that it gets to Mayor Wrightley. Keep the ten dollars; but make
sure
that the note gets there."
The driver gave a pleased grin. He pulled into the airport, pocketing
both
the money and the envelope. The Shadow alighted; paid his fare with a large
tip,
at the same time giving the taxi man a warning look. The fellow gave a short
nod. He understood.


IT was two o'clock when Mayor Wrightley entered his office to find a
waiting cab driver. The mayor had gone out to lunch early; he had not been
there when the cabby arrived. He was surprised to find a cab driver who
insisted upon seeing him in private. Nevertheless, he conducted the cabby into