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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.

telling you, Castenago is worried"

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.

Get ready, guys, declared Murk. "We're due at the palace soon. We'll

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

There were mutters of doubt. Murk's followers hadn't forgotten what happened to their pals in Miami Beach. They were figuring that Murk was playing into Castenago's probable argument that less money would be satisfactory, if each man received a larger share. Maybe there would be larger shares, if thugs met up with The Shadow. Larger, for those who survived. Understanding the grumbles, Murk silenced them.

Margo gained the impression that "somebody" was The Shadow, and that Allard intended to inform him of the brewing trouble. She still believed that Lamont Cranston had come to Libertad and had established contact with Kent Allard.

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."

WELCOME-THE SHADOW

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.

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.

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."

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.

He'd have remembered, then, that there were still more eggs within it, a whole nest of them, that would have cracked apart, down to the smallest egg that formed the tiny core.

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.

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.

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.

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