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

over which The Shadow stood guard!


HALF past eight. A silent sentinel beneath the blackness of the archway,
The Shadow kept watch upon the roof of the building opposite. He knew that the
master crook would come from there, to leap the gap between the office
building
and the apartment house.
As he watched, The Shadow saw a motion against the dull glow furnished by
the lights of Dorchester. He made out the shape of a crawling figure, creeping
toward the cornice atop the office building.
The master crook had arrived. Though too huddled to be identified, he
would soon be forced to reveal his full stature when he prepared to spring
from
one roof to the other. A task that required nerve more than agility, for the
space was less than ten feet wide. Nevertheless, the master crook was taking
no
chances.
As The Shadow maintained his vigil, he saw the end of a ladder poke from
the cornice of the office building. Once lowered, the ladder would serve as a
bridge. The time for the enemy's approach was near.
The Shadow drew back from the darkened space above the trapdoor. He
placed
himself behind the whitened pillar of the archway.
In taking his new position, The Shadow kept entirely away from the view
of
the man on the other roof. His black form was fully outlined against the
marble
pillar; but it could only be seen from the front of the penthouse, not from
the
rear. There was no need, apparently, for The Shadow to guard against
observation
from the front. He knew that the man who posed as Intimidation, Incorporated,
was a lone wolf of crime, who would trust no subordinates.
The figure was rising on the roof. A moment more, The Shadow would see
the
face of his insidious foeman. Despite the tenseness of his vigil, The Shadow
was
alert to all about him. It was fortunate that he possessed the faculty of
detecting the slightest sound that might occur close by.
 For, in this important instant, there cane a slight stir from a bench
upon
the penthouse roof. The sound was on the front side of the pillar; from a spot
where The Shadow could be observed. The low noise reached The Shadow's ears.
He
wheeled, without stepping away from the pillar.


OUT from behind the bench had sprung a new attacker; a vicious foeman who
displayed a leveled revolver. Above the glimmering gun, The Shadow saw a