Author:Maxwell Grant
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00
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CHAPTER XII
IT was late the next afternoon when Inspector Cardona looked up from his desk to meet the steady gray eyes of Trent Stacey. It was rather startling, the way this visitor had arrived, though Cardona’s office wasn’t difficult to enter unannounced.
However, whatever annoyance Cardona might have felt he instantly suppressed. Stacey was a special case, by mutual agreement. This was the right way for him to appear here.
In his cool style, Stacey inquired:
“Any reports on rats, Inspector?”
“Plenty,” assured Cardona, “but not the sort we want, though they may be a lead. I’ve been checking with the warehouses around the waterfront to learn how badly they are infested by rats. I haven’t forgotten what you said about Malmordo’s gang making pets of the pests.”
Stacey’s straight forehead formed a frown.
“You may arouse Malmordo’s suspicions -”
“Not the way I’m handling it,” interposed Cardona. “I’m working through the health department. The trouble is the rats are bad news everywhere, big fighting rats, so big they kill some of the cats that are planted to kill them.”
“The boldest rats would be where Malmordo is. His men would see to it that they spread out from ordinary hiding places.”
“I figured that. You were right about Black Star. It’s really free of rats, that warehouse, so we’re no longer bothering with it.”
Stacey gave a short, pleased nod. His gray eyes were reflective for a moment; then he brought up another subject. Spreading a sheet of paper on the desk, Stacey pointed to a rough diagram that he had drawn.
“Malmordo’s present headquarters,” he declared. “There is a chance we may trap him there tonight.”
“This isn’t a warehouse,” remarked Cardona, studying the chart. “It looks more like some old residence.”
“Malmordo never stays with his tribe,” explained Stacey. “He doesn’t want them to know too much about him.”
“Then how did you find out about this place?” demanded Cardona. “By staying away from Malmordo’s mob?”
Stacey smiled and nodded.
“In a sense, yes,” he stated. “I overheard a few roustabouts talking in that doggerel form of Esperanto that Malmordo’s followers use. They mentioned his headquarters, because naturally they have to contact him. He will probably go there tonight.”
Cardona began to study the chart more intently.
“At dusk, I can go in there,” suggested Stacey. “Give me at least a half hour’s leeway before any of your men even approach that area.”
“But suppose you meet Malmordo, in the meantime?”
“I should like to meet Malmordo,” replied Stacey, grimly. “It would be a pleasure to take him by surprise. However, I don’t expect him there that soon.”
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“What if some of his men are on guard?”
“I talk their language. I can pose as a representative of the local talent that Malmordo is lining up. But I don’t expect them either. What I want to do is get at any loose evidence that may be lying around.”
That part pleased Cardona immensely. He could foresee that some sort of a case would have to be built against Malmordo to make the public believe that such a vicious and fabulous criminal existed.
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