Jual Sumire Uesaka Enma Daio ni Kiite Goran [Anime Edition

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There were soldiers, palace guards, around the fountains above the great marble steps. They had hired a strolling marimba player to entertain with his music, and the mellow notes of the instrument were blending with the tinkle of the illuminated fountains.

telling you, Castenago is worried"

It made him think of the coming situation: a game within a game. Perhaps it would have been better had The Shadow let the wooden egg fall to the floor.

Margo wouldn't have worried had she been able, at that moment, to see them both-Allard and Cranston, rolled into one personality: The Shadow. He was in the back room of the little shop which he used as headquarters, and had just finished putting on his cloak and hat.

It wasn't surprising that Murk had settled for so little. A million dollars was probably far beyond any of his crooked dreams. Besides, ten millions wouldn't have been worth ten cents, had he stayed in the United States after his crime, or even fled to any country other than Centralba. Murk was marked; safe only through Castenago's aid.

WELCOME-THE SHADOW

The partition had closed. The Shadow was returning upstairs. Margo had finished her first course, and the next was waiting, so Allard told the waiter to serve it and bring the rest along. As soon as the waiter had hurried away, The Shadow said to Margo:

There were soldiers, palace guards, around the fountains above the great marble steps. They had hired a strolling marimba player to entertain with his music, and the mellow notes of the instrument were blending with the tinkle of the illuminated fountains.

Margo wouldn't have worried had she been able, at that moment, to see them both-Allard and Cranston, rolled into one personality: The Shadow. He was in the back room of the little shop which he used as headquarters, and had just finished putting on his cloak and hat.

The Shadow was to learn

"Treban says we'll have an hour before the council meeting. Castenago wants to have a session with us first, and let his regular stooges wait. An hour's enough. It won't take us long to sell our idea to Big Chin Face. I'm

sneak out and give a flash to Treban. He'll flash back from his office when everything's ready. The gatomontes will be along the route, signaling if its clear.

A novelty of Japanese manufacture, popular years ago in America, and probably something new today in Centralba. The Shadow laughed softly as he replaced the wooden egg upon the shelf.

There were soldiers, palace guards, around the fountains above the great marble steps. They had hired a strolling marimba player to entertain with his music, and the mellow notes of the instrument were blending with the tinkle of the illuminated fountains.

The Shadow was to learn

That's only the line I'm going to hand Castenago, he assured. "What we asked for, with a bonus later, when we nick The Shadow. When we get the dough, we can forget the bonus."

Treban cocked his head, looked at the table that Margo had left, and promptly went back to his office. Margo hoped he wasn't going to call Castenago. Allard hadn't had much time yet to contact Cranston.

This evening, the gatomontes were watching the streets, to make sure that a certain car coming from the casino was neither followed nor intercepted; while the plazas were deserted because there was no fiesta. In fact, The Shadow didn't have the slightest bother, until he reached the palace itself.

I'll stay about twenty minutes. After that, if anyone asks you, just say that I'm still around. I found those fellows, and they're going to the presidential palace. Somebody has to do something about it.

IN the pleased responses, The Shadow caught references to "a million bucks," which indicated that Castenago had promised a straight ten percent to Murk for knocking off Durez and bringing the funds back to the dictator's treasury.

When Luis Castenago played a game with a game, there were apt to be games inside that game, and many of them.

WELCOME-THE SHADOW

Something rolled from the shelf, and The Shadow caught it before it fell, to turn his flashlight on it. The thing was a hollow wooden egg, that broke open slightly, to show a smaller egg within it.

There were soldiers, palace guards, around the fountains above the great marble steps. They had hired a strolling marimba player to entertain with his music, and the mellow notes of the instrument were blending with the tinkle of the illuminated fountains.

Treban cocked his head, looked at the table that Margo had left, and promptly went back to his office. Margo hoped he wasn't going to call Castenago. Allard hadn't had much time yet to contact Cranston.

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