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

"So you're the guy they used to pass along the combination in case
anything happened. Good stuff, Kubi. Slip it to me."


KUBI handed over a folded piece of paper and went out through the front
door.
Soon there was a knock. The Shadow, already looking into the safe,
stopped
to open the door. The arrival was the sign painter, ready to change the name.
The Shadow instructed him and stood by, watching the man obliterate the name
of
Balban.
The painter had just begun to inscribe "Delvo" when a pair of reporters
arrived from the Evening Clarion.
The Shadow invited the newspaper men into the office, filled their
pockets
with cigars and gave them the interview they wanted. Substantially, he
repeated
the statements that he had made to the managing editor, but with more
embellishments.
The painter left during the interview; Kubi returned with a wrapped
bundle
just as the reporters were going out by the front door.
"Go out by the back way, Kubi," ordered The Shadow: "Tell the boys that
there's to be a meeting at eight o'clock tonight. Then come back to the
apartment and stay there. Bring me some lunch at two o'clock."
During the hours that followed, The Shadow made a thorough study of all
the documents that he found in the safe. Sack Balban had kept complete books,
but all of them were in code. It did not take The Shadow long to decipher the
system. He proceeded to inscribe the correct figures, along with every item.
By two o'clock, the secret books were no longer meaningless. They told
the
whole story of Sack's rackets. They had become evidence which, if made public,
could shatter the whole game. The Shadow replaced the books in the safe and
locked the huge door.
Shortly afterward, Kubi arrived with the lunch tray.
 DURING the meal, a letter slipped through the mail chute in the door and
fell to the floor. The Shadow picked it up; noted that the envelope was
addressed to Link Delvo. He recognized the typing; smiled as he opened the
letter. Inside, he read a message that he had expected. It read:

DEAR SIR: You have come into certain funds that total two hundred
thousand
dollars. That money is my rightful property. You will have it available on
call.
Let me remind you also that one-third of your regular profits must be
delivered
to me upon demand. That was the agreement made by your predecessor, Nobby
Kilgan.
To show your acceptance of these terms, you will proceed as follows: