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THE MONEY MASTER
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE MAN WHO FEARED
? CHAPTER II. CREATURES OF CRIME
? CHAPTER III. TRAIL TO WEALTH
? CHAPTER IV. THREE MOVES AHEAD
? CHAPTER V. BATTLE OF SHADOWS
? CHAPTER VI. MASTER OF MILLIONS
? CHAPTER VII. LURE OF GREED
? CHAPTER VIII. THE TRAPPERS TRAPPED
? CHAPTER IX. THE VANISHED SHADOW
? CHAPTER X. ALLIES OF JUSTICE
? CHAPTER XI. THREE WAYS OF RESCUE
? CHAPTER XII. THE PLANTED CLUE
? CHAPTER XIII. DIRKS IN THE DARK
? CHAPTER XIV. ZORVA MAKES TERMS
? CHAPTER XV. MASTERS OF WEALTH
? CHAPTER XVI. CROSSED BATTLE
? CHAPTER XVII. DOUBLE DOUBLE
? CHAPTER XVIII. RIGHT MEETS WRONG
? CHAPTER XIX. VERDICT OF DEATH
? CHAPTER XX. BROKEN BARRIERS
? CHAPTER XXI. THE HAND THAT FAILED

CHAPTER I. THE MAN WHO FEARED
INSPECTOR JOE CARDONA sat at his desk and listened. The dwindling light of dusk rendered his
features swarthier and more poker-faced than Bert Cowder had ever seen them, which was saying much,
since Cardona was noted for his dead-pan attitude.

Still, Bert Cowder wasn't worried. He knew that Joe was interested in what he was hearing. It couldn't
be otherwise.

From his side of the desk, Cardona observed that Bert, usually bluff and sometimes glib, was very much
in earnest. Inwardly, Cardona was flattered. Even though he happened to be New York's ace of police
inspectors, Cardona envied Cowder for his fame as a one-man private detective agency.

There were cases Bert handled, things he found out, that brought him large return. He'd turned his ability
into cash, Bert had, through his skill at handling clients. Shrewd though he was, Bert played strictly
honest, because the policy brought him more and bigger business. Often, Cardona had wondered if he,
personally, could enter the field of private investigation and do half as well.
It was small wonder, therefore, that Joe Cardona should feel flattered by Bert Cowder's visit. At last the
clever Mr. Cowder had found a client whose ways nonplused him. Not only did Bert admit it; he was
asking Joe's advice and assistance in the case.

"The whole thing is whacky," Bert was saying in a strained tone. "This guy Elvor Brune is what he says he
is, all right—a refugee who had to dodge out of his own country before the Nazis grabbed it, with