Secret Agent X : The Complete Series Volume 3, page 61
The Agent went to the door then, listened, and stepped out into the corridor. The sounds of shots were diminishing now. The police had overcome criminal resistance. They were boarding the yacht. Soon Sutton’s criminals, and Sutton’s share of the loot, would be in the hands of the law, too.
No one saw the human shadow that moved out on the yacht’s side deck. Crouched and silent in his rubber-soled shoes, Agent “X” slunk across the deck, and down the side of the craft as he had come. The dark and drifting kayak in the water had escaped attention. It looked more like a floating log than a boat.
Agent “X” paused a moment as he stepped into it. Commissioner Foster had come out of the saloon. He was talking to a grizzled captain of the harbor patrol who had boarded the yacht. The captain spoke harshly.
“It’s lucky we got your orders, commissioner! This tub’s speedy. It would have been out of the harbor in another twenty minutes.”
“Orders!” said Foster in amazement.
“Yeah. They telephoned down to our dock from headquarters—said you’d sent a radio out from the yacht here. We got here as fast as we could. Now let’s find that loot.”
Commissioner Foster did not answer. His face was a mask of wonder and surprise that he took pains to hide. But the Agent’s kayak slipped away silently, moved across the black river—and then out of the darkness came a strange whistle. It was eerie, melodious, like the call of some wild night bird—the strange, unforgettable whistle of Secret Agent “X”—man of Mystery and Destiny.
Table of Contents
Secret Agent "X": The Complete Series Volume 3
Copyright Information
Introduction
Servants of the Skull
The Murder Monster
The Sinister Scourge
Curse of the Waiting Death
Emile C. Tepperman, Secret Agent "X": The Complete Series Volume 3
