Mobsmen on the Spot

MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT Maxwell Grant MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT Table of Contents MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT..............................................................................................................................1 Maxwell Grant.........................................................................................................................................1 CHAPTER I. THUGS IN THE NIGHT..................................................................................................1 CHAPTER II. RACKETEERS DISAGREE...........................................................................................3 CHAPTER III. A STRANGE MEETING...............................................................................................8 CHAPTER IV. "KILLER" DURGAN..................................................................................................14 CHAPTER V. MARSLAND MAKES AN ACQUAINTANCE.........................................................21 CHAPTER VI. CLIFF MAKES PROGRESS.......................................................................................27 CHAPTER VII. MAGNATES CONFER..............................................................................................31 CHAPTER VIII. AT THE CLUB DRURY...........................................................................................38 CHAPTER IX. GUNS PLAY................................................................................................................44 CHAPTER X. ERNIE COMPLETES PLANS......................................................................................49 CHAPTER XI. THE BLOW−OFF........................................................................................................54 CHAPTER XII. KILLER DURGAN LEARNS THE NEWS..............................................................59 CHAPTER XIII. THE SHADOW IS REPAID.....................................................................................64 CHAPTER XIV. GRISCOM SEEKS AID............................................................................................69 CHAPTER XV. CRANSTON ACTS....................................................................................................75 CHAPTER XVI. AT THE BROOKLYN DOCK..................................................................................81 CHAPTER XVII. THE THEATER TRAGEDY...................................................................................87 CHAPTER XVIII. THE SHADOW KNOWS.......................................................................................91 CHAPTER XIX. THE FINAL THREAT..............................................................................................95 CHAPTER XX. DEATH AND THE SHADOW................................................................................100 CHAPTER XXI. THE FINAL RECKONING....................................................................................105 CHAPTER XXII. RACKETS DOOMED...........................................................................................110 i MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT Maxwell Grant This page copyright © 2002 Blackmask Online. http://www.blackmask.com • CHAPTER I. THUGS IN THE NIGHT • CHAPTER II. RACKETEERS DISAGREE • CHAPTER III. A STRANGE MEETING • CHAPTER IV. "KILLER" DURGAN • CHAPTER V. MARSLAND MAKES AN ACQUAINTANCE • CHAPTER VI. CLIFF MAKES PROGRESS • CHAPTER VII. MAGNATES CONFER • CHAPTER VIII. AT THE CLUB DRURY • CHAPTER IX. GUNS PLAY • CHAPTER X. ERNIE COMPLETES PLANS • CHAPTER XI. THE BLOW−OFF • CHAPTER XII. KILLER DURGAN LEARNS THE NEWS • CHAPTER XIII. THE SHADOW IS REPAID • CHAPTER XIV. GRISCOM SEEKS AID • CHAPTER XV. CRANSTON ACTS • CHAPTER XVI. AT THE BROOKLYN DOCK • CHAPTER XVII. THE THEATER TRAGEDY • CHAPTER XVIII. THE SHADOW KNOWS • CHAPTER XIX. THE FINAL THREAT • CHAPTER XX. DEATH AND THE SHADOW • CHAPTER XXI. THE FINAL RECKONING • CHAPTER XXII. RACKETS DOOMED CHAPTER I. THUGS IN THE NIGHT SIX men sat sullen and silent in the old touring car as it rumbled swiftly through the night−shrouded street. With curtains tightly drawn, the car twisted between elevated pillars, turned sharply to the right, and then, skidding, slued about, broadside to the road, before a row of sinister−looking houses. The heavy−set man, who sat beside the driver up front, grunted. His coat collar was turned up. His hat was jammed over his eyes; his right hand, plunged deep in one pocket, closed tightly about a hard metal object. "This is good enough," he muttered. Understandingly, the driver snapped off the ignition switch and turned off the lights. One of the others cautiously opened a back door. "I'm gonna dump Louie," came a whisper. The big man twisted thick shoulders, leaned back, and spoke rapidly from one side of his mouth: "Louie stays right where he is. How you had the brains to live this long, stops me. All you gotta do is to dump MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT 1 MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT Louie here and every flatfoot in town'll be on our trail. You'll spoil the whole racket for us and for Tim. "It don't take more brains than these dumb cops got to figure Louie was trying to muscle into our dough. Louie stays. You can keep him warm." The hunch−shouldered man in back grumbled: "I don't like ridin' next to a stiff." But the door closed again softly. OF the six swarthy passengers in the car, five of them were alive. Ernie, the thick−set man who was their leader, cautiously opened the door and peered out. His squinting eyes strained to pierce the gloom. From a distance came the lonesome rumble of an elevated train. Aside from that silence. He cursed under his breath. Then, an instant later, he suddenly tensed. Through the stillness he heard faintly the exhaust of a heavy−duty truck's motor. Ernie's eyes glittered. The three men in the rear seat shifted slightly, their ratlike faces tense, strained. Soon headlights flashed on the stalled touring car. The brakes of the moving vehicle, a huge storage van, ground to a halt. From its covered driver's seat, two men leaped out. They seemed in a hurry; impatient to get the obstructing car out the way. They shouted gruff inquiries. "Give 'em the works," spat Ernie. Suddenly the curtained doors of the touring car swung open. The gangsters poured out; swarmed upon the van men. A quick scuffle; the panting sound of blows. A metal−incased fist slammed against the jaw of the larger man, the van's driver. He slumped to the street like a wet paper bag. The smaller man grappled with two of the gangsters, then fell as though stricken dead when a heavy wrench crashed over his ear. "Bust up this load!" came Ernie's low−pitched command. The slight, wiry forms of the thugs moved swiftly, ghostlike, through the gloom. Two of them climbed into the driver's seat; two more ran around to the rear. A short crowbar in the hands of one of the latter pair had already been inserted at the tailboard. He threw his weight onto it. The board creaked. And at the sound came a low exclamation of warning from the other gangster in the rear. He pointed to a small, low−hung sedan, drawn up to the curb within only a few feet of them. So silently had it arrivedrolling up with a closed motor that none of the mobsmen had observed its coming. The thug with the crowbar turned sharply. As he did, a peculiar, sighing sound came from the half−open rear window of the darkened car. The gangster cried out. The crowbar clattered to the paving. He seized his wrist. MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT 2 MOBSMEN ON THE SPOT "He's got a silencer!" grunted the wounded man. "Look out −" Again came the sigh. The injured man's partner suddenly collapsed. Ernie ran around, dragging at his gat. "Drop this vanget that car!" he yelled, approaching the sedan. He yanked open the door, gun raised. The heavy−calibered pistol swished downward. But the blow was never completed. A powerful, unseen hand had come from the darkness; steel−like fingers had grappled on Ernie's thick wrist. A quick, strong twist, and Ernie found himself thrown flat on his back in the street. In the dim glare of the van's lights, a black−clad figure swung into the fray. Like a huge bat in human form, the figure struck with his fists. At each blow, a gangster went down. There followed a mocking laugheerie, sinister. The mysterious interloper had disappeared into nothingness. But the small, low−hung sedan was coursing away as noiselessly as it had earlier arrived. Ernie rose to his knees in time to see the shadowlike car gliding swiftly away. As if hypnotized, Ernie swayed, the memory of that mocking laugh still stinging his ears. But there came then a more earthly sound to spur the gangster into action. The shrill alarm of a police whistle! Ernie struggled to his feet. He rested a moment on the fender of the van, then, hands deep in pockets, hatbrim pulled down, he walked off, not too hurriedly, in the opposite direction from whence had come the warning blast. He knew that those gorillaslying senseless in the street wouldn't talkif they wanted to take up living again. CHAPTER II. RACKETEERS DISAGREE THE Hotel Spartan was an old, third−class hostelry that stood near the edge of the lower East Side. It had been many years since the place had known its palmy days. It was surrounded by low, dilapidated buildings, and the elevated railroad ran in front of its grimy windows. A heavy−set man walked through the door. He noted the loungers standing about the lobby, then started up the rubber−treaded stairs. Had he paused to glance through the broad window of the lobby he might have seen a shadowy form melt into the darkness. At the fourth floor he

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