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

"Yeah, this is Link Delvo," repeated The Shadow. "I've been reading the
morning papers - all that they've got to say about me. That's why I'm calling
you, to give you the real lowdown, so that you can spill it in that sheet of
yours.
"What I'm running is a legitimate business. Any guy that calls it a
racket
is cuckoo! Maybe Sack Balban and Nobby Kilgan were a couple of bum business
men,
but I'm not! Listen, I've got an office - the same one that they used - and
everybody knows where it is. That's where I'm going to be. In the office all
day.
"Send your reporters over there. I'll talk to them. I'll tell them that
I'm ready to see anybody, any time. Particularly these fellows that are
supposed to be prominent citizens. Tell them to come around and talk to me.
The
door will be open. I'll tell them all about my business; they can find out for
themselves if it's phony. Yeah, and what's more, I'll listen to any
suggestions
they want to hand me. That's all."
Finishing breakfast, The Shadow dressed and unlocked the door that
offered
passage to the office. He followed a corridor, came to a second door. He
unlocked it with another key supplied by Kubi. Accompanied by the Japanese,
The
Shadow stepped into the office.
The place was well-equipped, for Sack Balban had always seen the need for
keeping up a good "front," even though he had only allowed special visitors in
this office. That policy was past.
 The Shadow went to the outer door and loosened a pair of special bolts.
He
opened the door, to unlatch it. He noted the thick panel of frosted glass and
observed that it was bulletproof.
The door bore the wording: "Associated Enterprises," which Sack had
considered to be a good descriptive title for a collection of legitimatized
rackets. In one corner was the name: "Mr. Balban." The Shadow chuckled
harshly.
"Looks like Nobby was too busy to get rid of Sack's moniker," he remarked
to Kubi. "Well, I'll attend to that in a hurry. You slide out, Kubi, and find
a
guy that can paint a new name on the door."
"Very good, Mr. Delvo."
"And something else, Kubi." The Shadow gestured with his hands to
indicate
an object of oblong shape. "While you're out, buy me a traveling bag about
this
big. It's got to be an alligator bag. Understand? Have it wrapped up and bring
it back here."
"Very good, Mr. Delvo. Before I go, you want combination to safe?"
Kubi pointed to the corner, where a large safe was in view. The Shadow
grinned and remarked: