The Shadow - Gray Fist Part 11

"How soon can I see you?" questioned Cardona.

"As soon as possible," Glas...o...b..s voice was quavering. "I am under a great strain. I have much to tell.

But I am afraid. You must come to see me-but be careful."

"Careful?"

"Yes. That no one may know you are visiting me. I am practically in hiding, at my home. If it were known that I am in New York, it might mean my death."

The words were spoken in a tone of real terror. They added to Cardona's eagerness to meet Landis Glas...o...b..

"I'll be at your house in an hour," stated the detective, then terminated the conversation. Cardona had no difficulty finding Landis Glas...o...b..s residence. He went by taxicab to an uptown street.

There he alighted and sauntered down the thoroughfare until he spied the number of a brownstone building. Like a chance visitor, the detective ascended the steps and rang the bell.

Joe had a sensation that eyes might be watching him. He expected something of the sort from within the house; he was also disturbed by the thought that spies might be outside. At the same time, the detective had taken guard against recognition. He had his overcoat m.u.f.fled up about his neck, and was standing close to the darkness of the door.

The portal opened cautiously. Cardona saw a white-faced servant looking out. In a low voice, Cardona whispered his name. The servant beckoned. Joe entered, and the door closed behind him.

The residence was a well-kept one. Joe Cardona noticed the costliness of its furnis.h.i.+ngs as the servant led him past a gloomy parlor, up a flight of stairs, and along the second-floor hall. Following his guide, Joe went up another flight. On the third floor the servant stopped and rapped at a door. It opened, and a stoop-shouldered man peered cautiously forth from a dimly-lighted room.

"Detective Cardona?" he queried.

"Yes," acknowledged the sleuth.

"Come in," was the man's reply. "I am Landis Glas...o...b.."

WITHIN the room, Cardona saw at once that Glas...o...b..was in hiding. This was a servant's room-one that had evidently been unoccupied until Glas...o...b..had taken it. Cardona turned to view the man who had received him. Glas...o...b..was slumping into a chair. Seen in better light, the man looked older than Cardona had supposed.

Landis Glas...o...b..s face was peaked. His eyes, though sharp, were furtive. His expression showed deep worry. Cardona, through his long experience, could tell that some great burden weighed heavily upon the mind of the old financier.

"Sit down," suggested Glas...o...b.. in a weary voice. "Sit down. I must talk to you."

Cardona took a chair. He noted that Glas...o...b..was inspecting him, almost mistrustfully. The old man seemed worried about speaking, but after a few moments he put a question that was troubling him.

"How did you learn my name?" he asked.

Cardona eyed the questioner steadily. He decided to meet Glas...o...b..with definite frankness.

"I found your name upon a list," he declared. "You were one of others-among them a man for whom I have been searching-an importer named Worth Varden."

"Worth Varden!" Glas...o...b..gasped the name. "Worth Varden! I feared it." Then, as an afterthought: "But the list-the list-tell me- where was it?"

"In the hands of a dead man," returned Cardona. "It belonged to a lawyer named Ruggles Preston."

Landis Glas...o...b..seemed on the verge of collapse. He leaned forward, trembling. His whole frame seemed to tremble as he heard the news.

"I feared that, too," he quavered. "I feared it. You have the list - with you -"

"Here in my pocket," interposed Cardona. "You have not made my name public?" There was anxiety in Glas...o...b..s tone.

"No," returned the detective. "No one else has seen the list. I am willing to show it to you-but only after I know what it is all about."

"I can tell you," nodded Glas...o...b..

"About Cowry-or Varden-or Preston?" quizzed Cardona.

"About them all"-Glas...o...b..was emphatic-"about them all-and many more!"

"The others on the list?"

"More than that," he declared solemnly. "More than that. I can tell you about -"

"About the man behind the game?" asked Cardona as Landis Glas...o...b..paused.

"Yes." The old man's voice was hollow. "I can tell you all about Gray Fist!"

A pause.

"Gray Fist!"

The name gasped from Glas...o...b..s lips for the second time. A terrible fear seemed to sweep the old man. Cardona felt the dread that was in Glas...o...b..s tone.

Instinctively, the detective knew that he was to learn strange facts regarding a supercrook whose sway was backed by death!

CHAPTER XX. MOBSMEN STRIKE.

"GRAY FIST!" Landis Glas...o...b..shuddered as he spoke. "Gray Fist is the enemy whom I fear. His power is beyond belief. He holds me in his clutch!"

Cardona stared as Glas...o...b..made a closing gesture with a pair of withered hands. The old man sank back into his chair.

"Who is Gray Fist?" inquired the detective.

"I do not know." Landis Glas...o...b..shook his head wearily. "I do not think that any one knows-any one who is alive to-night."

"He is a crook?" queried Cardona.

"A great one," returned Glas...o...b.. "One with whom I could not hope to cope."

"He killed Varden?"

"I think so; but I do not know. No one knows. No one but Gray Fist."

"I figured a big shot behind this," a.s.serted Cardona. "I've got some facts to work on. I want more. Let's have your story, Mr. Glas...o...b.."

"You will protect me?"

"As far as I can." "I swear that I have done no crime."

"Then you can count on my full protection. Only, though, if you let me know the story."

The old man nodded. He glanced about furtively as if expecting some terrible fiend to leap forth from the wall. At last his courage returned. In a calm, restrained voice, he began to speak.

"Some time ago," he stated, "I was visited by Seth Cowry. The man told me he was a racketeer. I expected blackmail, particularly when he pointed out financial transactions in which I would experience great loss if he told all about them.

"Cowry came to terms. He merely wanted me to act as aid to an unknown individual whom he termed Gray Fist. I was to follow all the instructions that I received from this master. I accepted. Then came letters."

"You have them?"

"No. I was afraid, and I destroyed them. They were on gray paper, of double thickness. They had to be held to a strong light in order to be read."

Cardona did not recall the gray sheet in Varden's study. At the same time he wondered if he had pa.s.sed over such a message during his inspection of Varden's papers.

"Gray Fist threatened me," declared Glas...o...b.. "He cowed me. Yet all the time I was wise. I made negotiations so that my financial transactions were clear. I was ready to risk exposure of my business plans without experiencing great loss.

"That was because I realized what was coming. Some day-I knew it well-Gray Fist would make demands. He would force me to aid his criminal plans. To refuse would mean death. Death. It means death now" - Glas...o...b..s tone was a hoa.r.s.e whisper-"to be talking to you. But I am risking it. I am free of Gray Fist's original threat. I want to be clear of his insidious power."

THE old man paused and drew deep breaths. He rubbed his wan hands together; then managed to steady himself. He stared solemnly at his visitor.

"I knew that there were others under Gray Fist's power," resumed Glas...o...b.. "I wanted to know who they were. Seth Cowry no longer came to see me. But I received a mysterious message from Gray Fist, left beneath my door by some minion. It said that I could not expect to see Cowry again.

"I knew that Cowry must have been slain. That was probably the price he paid for attempted treachery.

All was quiet until after Varden disappeared. Then I received another note from Gray Fist. It mentioned no names. It contained only seven words: Traitors beware the doom that I deliver.

"I happened to hear that Worth Varden, an importer with whom I had some business dealings, had suddenly left town. I wondered if he could be the one whom Gray Fist meant. Then, last night, came another note telling me to leave New York at once.

"I remained. I sent my bags away with my servants-all except old Philo, whom I kept here. I read the newspapers. I learned that an acquaintance of mine, Ruggles Preston, had been killed by gangsters.

"Then I saw the truth. Preston was in Gray Fist's employ. His work was to watch those whom Gray Fist held. That is why Preston pretended to be a friend of mine.

"I was afraid to move. I wanted to call the police. I was sure that Gray Fist's other dupes had obeyed hisbidding. But I knew that they were still under Gray Fist's total power. I realized, too, that Preston's death must have caused some difficulty to Gray Fist."

Again the old man paused. Joe Cardona smiled grimly.

"I've got the trouble," he a.s.serted. "It's this list-the one I took from Preston."

"That explains it," agreed Landis Glas...o...b.. "But now that I have brought you here, I am terribly afraid."

"Of Gray Fist?"

"Yes. I still have the urge to flee. I have told you all I know. It is not much, but it will aid you in your search for this terrible fiend."

"What do you intend to do?"

"I want to leave New York at once. To do what Gray Fist thinks I have done. My luggage went to Florida-it is on its way there with my servants. I should like to leave to-night."

CARDONA considered. He could see no objection to Glas...o...b..s suggestion. The old financier was guiltless, apparently; if he had held back any of his story, there was certainly no way in which Cardona could prove the fact. After all, Cardona was not inclined to blame the man for covering up any financial business that might cause him unfair loss.

"If you leave," decided Cardona, "you will be out of range of Gray Fist's power."

"No," said Glas...o...b..wearily, "I shall fear his power wherever I may go. Yet I shall be safer if I have appeared to have followed his command."

"Then go," urged Cardona.

"I am afraid," pleaded Glas...o...b.. "That is why I told you to come here-one reason, at least. I thought that in return for my statement, you would see that I reached the station in safety."

Cardona arose.

"Come on," he said. "We'll ride down there in a taxicab. I'll be on the lookout for any tough birds that Gray Fist puts on your trail."

Landis Glas...o...b..accompanied the detective to the door. Philo, the servant, brought his master's hat and coat. The detective and financier went downstairs. Philo cautiously opened the door. The pair departed from the house.

Glas...o...b..s step seemed quick and firm as they walked toward an avenue. The protection of the detective had given the old man new courage. At the avenue, Cardona hailed a cab. They rode to the Pennsylvania Station.

Glas...o...b..arranged to take a train to Was.h.i.+ngton; there to await a through train for Florida. He wanted to be out of New York. Cardona could not blame him.

The detective watched the old man through the gate. Landis Glas...o...b..looked pathetic as he went away alone. Cardona smiled. He realized that Glas...o...b..had told him of a definite menace; at the same time, Cardona had an idea that the old man had exaggerated the power of Gray Fist.

The arch crook had mobsters under his control. Cardona was positive of that fact. But Joe hadencountered others before who had used mobsmen to aid their schemes of villainy. As he walked from the Thirty-third Street entrance of the station, Cardona turned eastward, feeling sure that Glas...o...b..s plight was chiefly imaginary.

Cardona did not realize that his attention had completely engaged with Glas...o...b..on the way here; and that now, his thoughts of what the old financier had told him were crowding other impressions from his mind.

In reviewing all that he had heard; in planning action against Gray Fist, Cardona was deeply absorbed.

His natural caution was ended. He did not realize what was due to happen.

A soft whistle sounded from in back of Joe Cardona. As the detective turned, unconsciously scenting danger in the sound, men rose suddenly from the wall beside him. Three ruffians fell upon Joe Cardona en ma.s.se.

The detective went down under the rush. As his senses swam, he felt himself thrust into a waiting car.

Then came the roar of the motor; after that, a blow against the head that dropped him groggy to the floor.

Detective Joe Cardona was in the power of Gray Fist!

CHAPTER XXI. YAT SOON RULES.