The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1934-01-18
chapter Nine
THE CHASE BEGINS

ZONE on. Frank. let's got"
~ On the way down the stairs,
Grahame said. Il feel like a fifth
wheel. Spin. You've done everything.
Thanks a lot. You know how feel
about Janice. T."
Winslow paused and turned to-
ward him. The expression IN his
eyes was yelled. He parted his lips
TO speak. paused. and said. you're
as complete a romantieist as Paula.
Forget It. Kent's my bread ana but
ter for the next SIX months-untiI
the picture is. done I'm no aitruist.
I'm just"
The dapDer Mr.. Greene bounded
down the stairs behind them. Al
paper tiuttered in his hand. He
looked at Grahame with an expires.
sion Of bewiidered respect.
-Mr. Grahame." he said breath
lessly, -yoa forgot your contract
MY contraetY asked Grahan1e.
puzzled. He saw that the crumpied
bit OF paper was the one that .Myberg
had given him. Mechanically be took
II In bis hands.
Greene said. drawing himself.
street. Importantly. You'll be need.
ing some publicity work done II |
may recommend my services to
you"
Winslow's long arm reached out.
The palm Of his hand pressed gently.
lnexorabIy against Greene's pearl.
gray chest. Mr.. Green. perforce was
pushed backward,
Greene" said Winsiow gently,
you get upstairs with Paula :. and
stay there!" He gave an abrupt
shove. Greene stumbled backward
up three or four stairs.
They passed out Of the house and
stepped into Winslow's blue road
ster at the curb. The wheels spun:
they iurched forward. They roared
down to Santa Monica Boulevard,
thence into Wiltshire. Swinging right
into San Vicente. they flashed by
the lights OF the Pfco crossing. AS
they zlg-zagged into Crenshaw and
headed south, Grahame noticed that
he stu held Myberg's scrap OF pa,
per. He tore 1t across and held the
pieces to the haIf-opened window.
rhe wind snatched them.
lie muttered. what a hell of a
lime 10 think Of business"
Winslow. intent over the wheel.
ehnckled dryly.
That's a crack at me. guess.
Wail'lI you've lived In this town as
long as I have. That's a lot OF money
you're throwing away"
Grahame made an lnarticuIate
noise. "You're hard-b0lled. Spin.
IAN II Yes. guess So For a
minute be drove 10 silence. where
upon he said. In a curious tone.
you're no tifth-wheel. Frank. I'm
glad you're -long. Myberg sensed
Il. You get things done. -"
Grahame said a little bitterly. $50
do you. Spin.-when your Jobs at
stake"
when my iob's-yes. | guess
you're right"
THE blue roadster slid to q stop
! before a small building. Behind
Il a hangar bulked Whitley against
the dark sky.
Wlnslow called to an attendant.
~1elf here?r
s'Went home at Ave. Anything Il
can-." The roar OF Q motor from
some hidden test block drowned
fha last Of his words.
yeah. said Winsiow. He heaved
himself out from behind the wheel.
Anybody shove out Of here in the
Iast hour or twog"
~Uhhuh. Closed fob. Micky took
an, Just about an hour ago.
) - MlekyawhOer tsss -
mcclure. Army kid
~Dont know him. who'd he takef"
-whoopee party to Caliense. Two
men and q woman. The girl was al
most out.
Crahame parted bis lips: Winslow
squeezed his arm. cautioning him.
wlnslow snapped q light to q cie.
arctic.
-Jeff own anything fasteri@
~Not conditioned there's q
D. Han old cFate-in hangar one.
bat I wouldn't az her on . bet rs
-Yoa wouldn't. but We win. Cassed
and oIledf"
yeah. but
@Whlle we're looking her over.
Ent JsH on the phone Ten him SPIN
Wlnslow and Frank Grahame want
% take that crate Of his down 10
Mexico snd wreck Il.
q.