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THE DEVIL'S FEUD
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE MAN WHO CAME BACK
? CHAPTER II. DEATH FROM THE DARK
? CHAPTER III. THE DOUBLED TRAIL
? CHAPTER IV. WANTED FOR MURDER
? CHAPTER V. ONE MAN'S VERSION
? CHAPTER VI. GUILT UNPROVEN
? CHAPTER VII. THE CLANS GATHER
? CHAPTER VIII. CRIME TO COME
? CHAPTER IX. DEEP IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER X. THE HALTED MESSAGE
? CHAPTER XI. INTO THE NIGHT
? CHAPTER XII. WANTED: A KILLER
? CHAPTER XIII. THE CHANGED TRAIL
? CHAPTER XIV. A QUESTION OF MURDER
? CHAPTER XV. STRIFE ON THE HILL.
? CHAPTER XVI. PROOF OF MURDER
? CHAPTER XVII. MANDON'S STRATEGY
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE SHADOW'S RETURN
? CHAPTER XIX. DEATH'S MEETING
? CHAPTER XX. THE LONE WITNESS
? CHAPTER XXI. THE MURDER MOTIVE



CHAPTER I. THE MAN WHO CAME BACK
LIGHTS were glowing from the mansion on the hill - the first lights that had gleamed from its windows
for the past five years. Across the lawn that spread among the trees, those lights formed fantastic streaks
that seemed like living things.

Those streaks could have been the shadows of the trees that were weaving constantly in the heavy wind.
One patch of darkness, however, was imbued with purpose. Steadily, with gliding progress, it moved
toward the house, until, close to the glow of a corner window, it became a solid shape.

That shape was human, though many observers might have mistaken it for a ghost. It formed a figure
cloaked in black - a being whose eyes, hidden beneath the brim of a slouch hat, caught the glow of the
window lights and reflected them with the burn of living coals.

Curiously, only those who did not fear this black-clad being would have mistaken him for a ghost. Those
who really feared him would have recognized him, had they seen him.
He was The Shadow, master foe of crime; a human fighter dreaded by all men of evil! To such, The
Shadow was far more formidable than any spectral creature of the night.

Close to a corner window, The Shadow paused. His cloaked shoulder formed an outline against the light,
and a hawkish profile formed beneath the slouch hat, as The Shadow's burning eyes peered through the