d its offices. As the morning aged and the shadows grew shorter and thicker, so, generally, did the individuals who composed this morning procession. Eight o'clock was frequently young and slender and brisk, Eight-thirty less so, Nine still less, and rear-guard Ten o'clock was preponderantly neither young nor slender, and more often sluggish than brisk.
Into this rear guard, though physically he belonged to no later period than eight-thirty, a blue roadster carried Hubert Landow. His broad shoulders were blue-coated, his blond hair gray-capped, and he was alone in the roadster. With a glance around to make sure Millar's dark young man was not in sight, Alec Rush turned his coupe in the blue car's wake.
They rode swiftly into the city, down into its financial centre, where Hubert Landow deserted his roadster before a Redwood Street stockbroker's office. The morning had become noon before Landow was in the street again, turning his roadster northward.
When shadowed and shadower came to rest
Good crime short story with an intricate plot and characters. Attention to detail is recommended for this one.
I'm a fool; I read all three Hammett short stories in a couple of days. Now what am I gonna do!!!
Thie plot is complicated but entertaining. (One of Hammett's suspects is a gambler from Iceland.) As usual, there's a neat surprise at the end. Take special note of how he sets the story, describing his detective.
great short story
Great detective short, very fast paced, and entertaining.
Classic Hammett! Well written and a plot that cements the readers interest. An added bonus is that Hammett introudces us to P. I. Rush, who is ugly, mean, focused, and works for pay - Mr. Hammett has good mental health! Enjoy it.
Cecil R. Williams