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

subway
rather than returning in Weston's official car. Cranston in turn decided to
stay
around in case Dick did return, which was agreeable with Weston.
That was why Cranston soon was on Irene's trail. She didn't go by subway;
he didn't stay at the apartment house. Only Irene didn't know she was being
followed, for Cranston had again resumed his guise of The Shadow.
The rain had lessened to a misty drizzle, the best of elements for
enveloping the blackness of The Shadow's cloak. He was a living blot in
darkness of which he seemed an actual part, as he stalked the dimly lighted
street only a few paces behind the click of Irene's high heels.
At a little drug store, the girl turned to make sure that no one had
followed her. Thinking in terms of police, she soon decided that she was quite
clear. It didn't occur to her that the blackness forming the frame of the
store's show window was actually alive. Its complete rigidity deceived her.
Through that same window, the keen eyes of The Shadow watched Irene dial
a
number and read the motions of her lips as she talked to someone she called
Leo.
When the girl came from the booth, her face was quite as perplexed as Jerry's
had been; perhaps more.
Irene had insisted that there hadn't been a body on the floor of Dick's
apartment; Leo's retort was that there must be. How anyone so lackadaisical as
Cranston could have had a hand in changing things, Irene didn't know. At least
Leo said he was where he could find out something and had left it for Irene to
do whatever else she could.
At present Irene was in a quandary; hence it was better that The Shadow
should be checking on Leo, which was exactly the mission he had undertaken.
Gone from his post outside the window, The Shadow was speeding to Leo's
vicinity, using the number dialed by Irene as a clue.
In the heavily subscribed telephone exchanges of Manhattan, certain
numbers were traceable within range of a few blocks. If The Shadow didn't find
Leo Dolbart where he expected, he could check it closer by a call to Burbank,
his contact man, who kept a special phone book with reversed listings, giving
numbers in order, and the names and addresses that belonged with them.
Perhaps Doctor Greug had some inkling as to Leo's present location, for
he
was showing new tactics in his hotel suite, much to the interest of Dick
Whitlock.
Turning out the lights in one room, Greug beckoned Dick into the darkness
and lifted a window-shade at a slight angle so he could peer through the side.
"They're around," assured Greug, grimly. "Trust Leo Dolbart to guess that
I might have brought you here."
"If he knows this place," returned Dick, "how does it come you're safe
here?"
"Leo would never murder me," stated Greug, "not while he thinks I am a
lead to Friedrich. But afterward -"
Pausing, Greug turned from the window with a shrug.
"Remember, please." Greug spoke the words like an order. "This man
Dolbart