Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-07-08
THE TRL- WEEKLY JOURNALS
MYSTERY SERIAL
ION WINGS OF WIRELESS"
By Arthur B. Reeve

A surprise awaited them as they
drew up at Glenn's garage guarded
by the Astra agency men.
"Glad you came, sir, exclaimed
the agency manager himself. eve
got three men here, now"
"Three men," queried Garrick
'Why is that?"
The manager. for answer. took him
| inside and closed the door. In the
| corner was a well-dressed, expensive
| addressed man with Greek cast of
countenance, handcuffed.
"This man-his name, he says, is
| Achilleo-came in here early to-
night and claimed this stuff, said
he had a bill of sale or something
for it, and wanted to arrange for
a truck to take it out"
at know" cautioned Garrick,
looking at the handouts on the
restless prisoner. But isn't this a
bit high-handed?"
The Astra manager smiled know
ingly. with contraband, sir, like
this--stolen goods? He's an acces-
sorry after the fact-maybe-at least
a receiver of stolen goods"
The prisoner seemed to regard
Garrick as a savior. He showed
signs of loosening up on his surly
reticence.
You see, sir, I buy the Inner
Circle-understand for fifty
thousand dollars, understand? If ]
| get all the goods, understand" He
turned aside and opened his coat
for Garrick alone. In his inside
| pocket was a long envelope with
fifty one-thousand dollar bills. II
make payment when L get all stuff.
here, too, understand"
Garrick did understand It was
a matter of making a quick sell
out and getaway. where's your
bill of sale or whatever it is you
have for this?"
| Achilleo pulled out paper. 1t
was signed by Georges and Rae La.
rue as agent in fact. 'Let the buy.
er beware!' laughed Garrick as he
returned it., "Now, I understand that
the money is to pass tonight at the
Inner Circle when this is signed?'
The man nodded and grinned with
perfect worries. "Then, if you want
to get fres in this little Illegal
transaction, Mr.. Achilleo, and have
that fifty thousand yourself in
stead Of leaving it in court as cash
bail, take me to the Inner Circle
and get the goods"
The thought OF the. hard-earned
cash settled Achilleo. ."The man and
| the girl are now there" he report.
ed as he left the telephone, with
handouts slipped.
Garrick's raid of the Inner Circle
was noiseless, If not painless
affair. But it was only fifty per
cent successful. The net closed on
Georges; Rae Larue was nowhere
about.
Georges shut up like a clam. II
was more than evident, however,
that he was not the "man-at-the'
top"
Thoroughly they searched, but
| there was not trace of Rae. Nor
was there a trace of Ruth or the
others. w.
"So-the cellar is on the roof!'
laughed Garrick, as they uncovered
the little concrete room they had
seen when they installed the dicta
| graph aerial. Here's small for
tune, alone, in these CAGES. When
I poked my head out through the
scuttle, Dick, I also saw your aerial
all snarled up ana tangled, wreck
| ed"
Dick did not appear to be inter
ested. Maybe they had a secret
exit over the roofs in case of 6
raid: Anyway. Rae got away. Some
ones out fifty thousand in the
cleanup"
'This eliminates Georges" con
sidered Garrick, except, of course
as an understrapper."
"Brock-Curtis," repeated Dick
mechanically. setting his teeth as
the names suggested Vira anc
Ruth.
Garrick shook his head absently
Cali the wild horses in Hades
wouldn't get a word out of Georges
now" he observed. "Thank the
Lord, Dick, you're an expert at it
our only hope lies in wireless-ir
some form or other!'
CHAPTER XII