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mg.dictatorofcrime-第8章

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  Having spoiled The Shadow's chance to stop the flight before it actually began; the police were wele to all the bother that a widespread hunt would produce。 They had more means toward such a quest than did The Shadow。
  Besides; there was something else that the police had either overlooked; or forgotten; but which was quite important in The Shadow's estimate。 Something that he might still have time to trace; as he had hunted down Murk's outfit after their transfer from armored truck to speedboat。
  That something was Margo's roadster; which she had driven away under the mand of Colin Nayre; a young man who might; at least; disclose some of the underlying clues to the movements of Murk Wessel and his gang of killers。
  Those crooks had acted with a prearranged precision; and Nayre might afford some answer to the matter; even though his loyalty was unquestioned in The Shadow's mind。 Having seen Margo's roadster head northward; The Shadow was quite sure that it had sped for the neck of land that led from Miami Beach。
  Dropping his cloak from his shoulders and removing his slouch hat; The Shadow picked up a cap that the cabby had neglected to take when he bolted。
  Police certainly wouldn't question an empty cab; driven by a man who wore a uniform cap; when it came to the northern barricade。 The Shadow would simply claim that he was answering a call from Golden Beach; a few miles north; along the strip of land that separated the ocean from the bay。
  Again; The Shadow laughed; this time in anticipation of a task that might amend the opportunities that freakish luck had turned to crime's advantage。
  
  
   CHAPTER VI 
   MARGO TAKES A TRIP 
  THE roadster was making rapid time along the beach road leading north。
  Nayre was insistent upon speed; and Margo wasn't in a mood to disagree; not while the pressure of a cold gun muzzle was so constant。
  Nayre had a casual way of easing pressure and applying it again。 Sometimes he shifted the muzzle; so that Margo wouldn't merely imagine that she felt it。
  How many miles they'd gone; Margo couldn't guess。 She was just beginning to think about the speedometer; for future reference; when Nayre gave another nudge with the gun。 Coolly; yet with a tone of politeness; he said:
  〃Turn in there。〃
  By 〃there;〃 Nayre meant a sand road at the left of the highway。 Margo applied the brakes and made the turn。
  As she did; she saw a building that looked something like an office; though it was in ramshackle condition。 It was topped by a sign that could be read in the moonlight; even though the painting was faded。 The sign read: FIVE DOLLARS AND UP。
  Nayre told Margo to stop the car as they rounded the building。 Obeying; the girl saw another ancient structure; that looked something like an airplane hangar。
  Nayre turned off the ignition; but left the key in the lock; though it wasn't any help。 As he opened the door on his side; he beckoned with his revolver and said:
  〃e along。〃
  At least; the sand was thick underfoot; and therefore soft to her bare feet; as Margo walked to the old office building; Nayre keeping close beside her。 There; Nayre knocked; and the door was opened by a dull…faced man who held a lantern。 Nayre didn't introduce himself。 He merely questioned:
  〃Where's Brady?〃
  〃Over at his cottage;〃 the man drawled sleepily。 〃Want me to get him?〃
  〃Yes。 Hurry。〃
  Hanging the lantern on a beam; the dull…faced man took a dim flashlight in its place and departed。 Margo could scarcely see the flashlight's beam in the moonlight。 She was watching the man walk over toward the beach; when Nayre's revolver supplied another reminder。 Again; his order was brief:
  〃e inside。〃
  The room they entered was an office; as Margo expected。 Nayre motioned her to a cushioned chair; the only one of its sort; and sat down on the desk。
  Pocketing the revolver; Nayre eyed Margo quite steadily。
  〃If you don't know who I am;〃 he said; 〃my name is Colin Nayre。 I came in with the bunch from Centralba。〃
  Margo nodded。 Nayre quizzed:
  〃And your name?〃
  Margo gave it; wherewith; Nayre furnished a reassuring smile。
  〃Sorry I had to inconvenience you; Miss Lane;〃 he declared; 〃but I was in a big hurry。 There was a lot of shooting going on; and the police seemed to think that I'd taken a hand on the wrong side。〃
  〃Which side was that?〃 queried Margo。 〃I really don't know very much about it。〃
  〃Let me explain what happened;〃 suggested Nayre。 〃A crowd of crooks showed up and grabbed the cash that we'd brought in from Centralba。〃
  〃And you sided with your friends; of course。〃
  〃Yes; with my friends。〃 Nayre's clear eyes took a meditative expression。
  〃If you can call them such。 Anyway; they're all dead; Jose Durez and his friends。 I suppose I'll e in for blame; because they lost their cash before they died。〃
  
  
  QUITE apparently; Nayre was watching for Margo's reaction。 Inwardly; she was rather shocked to learn that murder had been acplished。 However; Margo was able to feign indifference。
  She asked Nayre if he had a cigarette; remarking that she'd left her own in a pocket of her bathing robe。 Nayre produced cigarettes; gave Margo one; and took another for himself。
  〃You've heard about this Centralba business;〃 said Nayre dryly; 〃or you wouldn't take it so indifferently。 Tell me: does it strike you oddly?〃
  Margo nodded。 She admitted that she couldn't understand why a dictator like Luis Castenago had allowed an opponent of Jose Durez's caliber to go free; with his friends; and take along the profits from their previous concession。 Her stress of the word 〃friends〃 caught Nayre's attention。
  〃I suppose you're wondering why I was tied up with Durez and his crowd;〃
  remarked Nayre。 〃The answer is simple: I wasn't。 To answer another question that may be in your mind; I'm not a double…crosser; and never was。〃
  〃Then how…〃
  〃How did I get mixed in it?〃 interposed Nayre。 〃Very easily。 I was the man who organized the presidential guards under the old regime; when Centralba really was a republic。 I mean when Francisco Peridor was president。〃
  〃So you stayed when Castenago took over?〃
  〃Yes。 Peridor suggested it。 He said that Castenago's election was legal; which it happened to be; the way they run elections down there。 The first man who gets to the polls has the privilege of counting the votes; and Castenago had his men first; everywhere。
  〃Castenago wanted me to keep my job as captain of the guard; and when Peridor advised it; I did。 I hated it the longer it continued; and was ready to quit when the Durez faction bobbed up。 When everything smacked of revolution; they suddenly showed up at the presidential palace; bringing Peridor with them。
  A really fine gentleman; Francisco Peridor。〃
  Nayre was staring into space; so ardently that Margo felt sure she could reach the door without him noticing her departure。 The opportunity tempted her;
  but she didn't take it。 Nayre had spoken frankly; and said enough to convince her that he was quite as decent a chap as she supposed。
  Therefore; she wasn't worried; and by remaining; she might learn some real
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