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

The Shadow. There was a way to end this struggle; a method that would
completely balk the intimidator's plan of murder. It was a daring one; a risk
that offered bad odds, yet it was better than existing circumstances.
All the while he struggled with Nobby, The Shadow knew that one false
move
would bring doom. If Nobby succeeded in one chance shift, the murderer on the
other roof would risk a shot to drop The Shadow.
Nobby was getting tougher; fighting The Shadow on equal terms had given
him confidence. They were closer to the roof edge; there was less chance for
The Shadow to keep Nobby in position. Those factors figured in The Shadow's
decision to take a bold course.
The Shadow's automatic was tilted upward because of Nobby's grip. The
Shadow tugged the trigger, blasted a shot into the air. He followed with a
second shot; a few moments later, he delivered a third.
The gunshots brought a grin from Nobby. He thought that The Shadow was
desperate. Nobby fought harder; he and The Shadow pressed deep into the low
hedge. They reeled along the edge of the side roof. Looking downward, The
Shadow could see one of the stone lions that gaped from the ledge a floor
below.
He could see commotion in the street. The first two shots had made
pedestrians halt. The third had brought a real alarm. The Shadow fired again.
The fourth blast caused tiny figures to scurry back and forth. People knew
that
there was trouble high up on the apartment house.
Looking past Nobby, The Shadow saw a figure rising on the office building
roof. A hand was shoving forward with its gun. The master crook had waited too
long; the alarm had been given. It was too late for him to proceed with the
murder of Judge Noy. But before he departed, he intended to accomplish a task
that he had delayed.
By a barrage of his own, the intimidator could finish both The Shadow and
Nobby Kilgan. They would be good folk for the police to find on the roof of
Judge Noy's penthouse.
As the master crook aimed, The Shadow gave a sudden surge. He shoved
Nobby
backward; twisted his gun hand free from the fellow's grasp. Dropping away, he
let Nobby loose; started a quick aim with his automatic.
Nobby surged wildly forward; The Shadow faded sideward. His foot went
past
the ledge; with a wide, frantic dive, The Shadow went over the penthouse roof,
bound on a headlong plunge toward the street, more than a hundred feet below.


NOBBY KILGAN stood riveted. A snarled laugh came from his wide-spread
lips. The unexpected triumph had come so suddenly that Nobby could hardly
realize it.
At last, Nobby came to motion. Gripping his revolver, he approached the
edge of the roof. He peered over, chuckling in anticipation of the sight that
he expected to see, far below.
The glow showed a sudden scowl that came over Nobby's face. With an oath,
he lowered his gun, prepared to shove it downward. His action looked like a