"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 290 - Death has Grey Eyes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

Dick had lent him, his gun aimed inward, following his evil gaze.
Right then, death was a matter of mere moments. Its moment came, and
instantly.
Tuned to a distant crackle a rifle bullet sizzled through the window, met
Eric just behind the ribs, and the traitor fell forward into a sickly sprawl!


CHAPTER VII

THE SHADOW heard the rifle shot and located it on the instant. Just
arrived at the apartment house, he was in the ground floor doorway, an
excellent observation spot, not for sighting the window of Dick's apartment
but
the roof top opposite. Though he couldn't see the marksman, The Shadow knew
his
identity, for the shot had the same precision shown on the previous night.
This was the alley sniper who was leagued with the two Apaches!
The hidden man's shot had been a trifle late the night before. On the
chance that there had been another miscue, The Shadow repeated his own
tactics.
Sweeping the dripping rain from his slouch hat brim, he whipped an automatic
upward and chipped the stonework of the parapet with three well-placed shots.
Wheeling back into the doorway, The Shadow waited a response.
None came.
One rifle-shot had evidently performed its mission. Nevertheless,
remembering last night's methods, The Shadow calculated on finding other
foemen. Swinging into the apartment house he ignored the elevator and took the
stairs at a rapid lope. Almost at the top, he heard the scurry of feet and
stopped short as two men came rushing from the direction of Dick's locked
door.
They were the Apaches of the night before, as quick-sighted as they were
witted. Spotting The Shadow against the white wall that flanked the stairway,
they pirouetted in amazing style and darted for the elevator. Their nimble
feet
carried them around the corner and into the elevator before The Shadow could
overtake them. All he saw were their glaring faces, and their hands
brandishing
ugly knives; then the door slammed.
It was a long trip back to the stairs and to try to intercept the Apaches
by a mad race down would be taking on ridiculous odds. On the chance that Dick
hadn't fared too badly, The Shadow hurried to the door of the apartment and
began working on it with a set of combination keys and picks that promised
rapid results. But other things were already happening in Dick's apartment.
Rooted in the exact center of the living room, Dick had been watching the
way the red stripes of the dressing gown merged with the yellow. It was Eric's
life blood that caused the queer illusion, but the fact had hardly dawned on
Dick, when he felt a hand tap his shoulder.
Then the voice spoke:
"Come!"
Turning, Dick found himself facing the grey eyes of Doctor Greug!