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• Terror Island  
  Gun in hand, Lovett had spotted The Shadow; but the accomplice had been too wise to take out time for aim. Instead, he had launched into a driving attack, covering the dozen feet from the veranda to the desk.

• Ten Glass Eyes  
  Dashing through the traffic like a mad moth bent on immolating itself in a flame, he made his way through the tangle of juggernauts. Broken field running, he was thinking, was never like this.

• Temple Of Crime  
  Above, the stirring leaves of the poplar grove rustled a weird greeting. Below, fantastic shapes withdrew among the tree trunks like slinking ghouls, affrighted by the torches. Perhaps they were nothing more than shadows of the trees themselves, rendered grotesque and given motion by the shifting light of the passing torches. But they had the look of real figures.

• The Cobra  
  Less than one minute after the patrolman had continued on his beat, a man stepped forward from the cover of the elevated steps. Well-dressed, but inconspicuous in his dark suit, he was of better appearance than the usual denizens of this district. Like the bluecoat, he watched with wary eye.

• A Quarter Of Eight  
  These were the times when the island was dominated by the Vichy government, when a man's life was valued only in terms of his wits. What these men were was known only to themselves - individually.

• Crime Out Of Mind  
  "I can foresee the happy event. It will take place within the next fortnight. The impression comes from that direction" - the spotlight followed as Planchini pointed - "and there is no reason to blush, young lady. You are not yet a bride, though you soon will be.

• Crime Under Cover  
  Sliding his hand in his coat pocket, Jerry found a little notebook and rested it on his knee. He had a stubby pencil handy, too, and he decided to jot down what he heard next, particularly if the bulge-browed man spoke it.

• Crime At Seven Oaks  
  His was a face of lines. Black eyebrows formed straight streaks above narrow-lidded eyes; his nose was high, aristocratic. His lips, also straight, marked C.T. as a man of experience, quite satisfied with his place in life. There were other lines, such as furrows in his forehead, which formed another index.

• Crime's Stronghold  
  Gabby considered himself tough, but he wasn't going to parley with a chimpanzee. At least, so Gabby thought as he started for his car; but the chimp had a different idea. Before Gabby could drive away, the creature smacked a big hand on his arm and brought him through the door in a headlong fling.

• Crime Rides The Sea  
  Harry could remember a bridge rail, a fog that shrouded the deed that he had intended: a suicide leap into dank water that awaited him. But he had never taken that fatal plunge. Instead, a hand had clutched him and drawn him from the brink.

• Crime Caravan  
  He veered the de luxe coupe toward Happy Jack in a manner that meant mayhem. Those legs of Jack's were faster than their rotund bulk betrayed, otherwise Happy wouldn't have escaped the menace.

• Crime Circus  
  Fritz had moved from the central range of light. Yet his tall, stooped figure still caused a manifestation of his presence. Stretching across the floor beside the bucket was a long streak of blackness that ended in a hawkish silhouette. Dowdy failed to see the darkened splotch.

• The Condor  
  He preferred darkness; he gained it as he scudded to the shelter of an elevated pillar. Crouching until a taxicab rolled by, the hunched man hustled to the far side of the street. Avoiding the lighted window of a corner pawnshop, he took to a secluded byway.

• Chicago Crime  
  The sky was dark above Lake Michigan. Amid its blackness, Long Steve could see the tiny lights of a swift plane, coming from the East. Later, perhaps, thought Long Steve, airplane accidents could be arranged. For the present, smashing automobiles was sufficient for his game.

• Chain Of Death  
  The grilled door was always kept closed. To-night, it was wide open. A light was burning in the small vault room. Its rays showed the vault, also opened wide, with papers scattered everywhere. The vault room, however, was empty!

• Castle Of Doom  
  It hovered still, as menacing as the fog; and, singularly, that first bobby at the corner had come in contact with three men whom crime would soon concern. Grim events would involve those Englishmen who looked alike; the swanky Londoner and his double back from India.

• Cards Of Death  
  Propellers were spinning; there was a call of "All aboard!" That cry came like a cue to a messenger in uniform, who stood near the ship. Hurriedly, he advanced to the closing door, extended an envelope.

• Blue Face  
  Certain precautions The Shadow had taken emphasized the seriousness of the situation. Every agent of The Shadow was on duty somewhere throughout the city.

• The Black Master  
  All along the block lay persons who were thrown to the sidewalks. Men were staggering, trying to recover from the mighty concussion which had shaken them.

• The Blackest Mail  
  The crowding, fighting men crashed down a flight of stairs, a balcony at the foot of a bend in the stairs gave way and dropped the experienced stunt men down onto a specially built table that held for a moment, groaned and then gave way beneath their combined weights.

• The Blackmail King  
  Having spent vast sums upon such collections, Fengram was only anxious to buy more. In his opinion, this was the time to make such purchases, for many persons were selling their treasures at low prices.

• The Black Hush  
  Cardona needed no further sign of recognition. This glitter from a full, heavy face was the identifying mark of Goldy Tancred. This was the man whose coming the detective had awaited.

• The Black Falcon  
  The man to whom attention had been directed was following close at Rowdy Kirshing's heels. Like his master, "Pinkey" was attired in a tuxedo. He, too, was the possessor of an evil face. A squat, broad-shouldered ruffian, Pinkey Sardon had risen from the ranks of ordinary gorillas to serve as bodyguard to the most notorious racketeer in New York.

• The Black Dragon  
  Springing to the door of the shop, Steve pounded with one hand, while using the other to grip the stubby revolver that he carried in his pocket. Shuffly footsteps answered from within; the door opened a crack and Steve received a minute inspection

• The Black Circle  
  The men were bringing the girl past the end of the counter, practically carrying her. She wasn't helping them at all. In fact, she kept slumping down between the men who gripped her.

• Blackmail Bay   This one by Walter B. Gibson
  Right now, crime was afoot on Spruce Island. The Shadow's fingers were already stalking it, as they moved westward from the landing along the island's only well-marked road that moved inland as it approached Hiram's Cove.

• Bells Of Doom  
  It was not surprising that the rough passage had not troubled them. During their acquaintanceship aboard the Laurentic, each had learned that the others were accustomed to ocean travel.

• The Banshee Murders  
  Cranston liked darkness - the blacker the better. When blackness became absolute, it saved him the inconvenience of wearing the black cloak and slouch hat that ordinarily enabled him to blend with dusk or gloom.

• Atoms Of Death  
  Bruce Duncan surveyed his present position. Last night, he had escaped from a most threatening situation. He had come to this hotel believing that his trail would be unfollowed. He had decided to remain in hiding.

• Alibi Trail  
  Little clusters of men were starting toward the plane, barely visible in the swirl of the night fog. Jerry hurried in the same direction, hoping he wouldn't be noticed.

• Alibi Trail   same title different story
  The other man was Andrew Brenz. His name, too, spelled swindle. Operating from the Midwest, Brenz had established gambling houses all over the country, but always by proxy.

• The Fifth Napoleon  
  The Shadow glided toward the rear wall. His arm and hand seemed scarcely to move, yet in an instant he was gone. A door painted to resemble stone had slid open for an instant, revealing a small recess within the wall. Then it closed without a click.

• The Five Chameleons  
  A single arm extended from the folds of the black cloak. The gloved hand held an automatic. The muzzle of the gun was trained upon the huddled gangster.

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