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ALIBI TRAIL
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE M.S.A.
? CHAPTER II. MURDER DISCOVERED
? CHAPTER III. FIND THE MURDERER
? CHAPTER IV. LINKS TO CRIME
? CHAPTER V. CRIME'S INTERLUDE
? CHAPTER VI. THE SECOND VICTIM
? CHAPTER VII. DARK BRINGS ITS TRAIL
? CHAPTER VIII. ROUNDABOUT TRAIL
? CHAPTER IX. HUMAN CARGO
? CHAPTER X. ALONG THE HIGHWAY
? CHAPTER XI. FRIENDS OF THE ROAD
? CHAPTER XII. RETURN FROM OBLIVION
? CHAPTER XIII. THE SHADOW'S TEST
? CHAPTER XIV. ACCEPTED CHALLENGE
? CHAPTER XV. PRELUDE TO MURDER
? CHAPTER XVI. THE UNSEEN GUEST
? CHAPTER XVII. THE DOUBLE TRAIL
? CHAPTER XVIII. WHERE CRIME FAILED
? CHAPTER XIX. THE LAST CHAPTER

CHAPTER I. THE M.S.A.
Six o'clock was a quiet hour in the cafe lounge of the Hotel Metrolite. Most of the afternoon customers
had gone by that time, while those who came for dinner considered it fashionable to arrive later than six.
Hence, Lamont Cranston and Margo Lane had the cafe lounge almost to themselves, as they sat at a
table near the front window watching the cars that stopped in front of the hotel.

The drizzly day had brought an early dusk. Traffic was jammed along the avenue, in keeping with New
York tradition. Every now and then, a cab would pull out from the jumble, stop at the lighted front of the
Hotel Metrolite and drop a passenger. Such were the people that Cranston and Margo were watching.

Cranston had recognized the last four. All were drab-faced businessmen, of somewhat portly bearing:
members of the Manufacturers Security Association, which was to hold a six-o'clock meeting at the
Metrolite.

Glancing at Cranston, Margo smiled. She was contrasting his firm, hawkish features with the flabby,
heavy-fowled faces of the men from the cabs. She was considering, too, how Cranston's lithe, athletic
build differed from the heavy, lumbering figures of the others.

"Your playmates have arrived," bantered Margo. "Why don't you go up to the meeting, Lamont? The
sooner it starts, the sooner it will be over, and we can go somewhere to dinner."
"It won't start yet," returned Cranston. "Hubert Purnell hasn't arrived."

The statement awoke Margo's interest. She stared from the window, anxious to see Purnell. She'd heard
much about the man, for he'd been in the news a great deal. Frequently dubbed the Wall Street Wizard,