The Daily Alaska empire., 1934-01-20
Chapter Nine THE CHASE BEGINS

Graname said. reel lke nttn wheel, Spin. You've done everything. Thanks a lot. You know how feel about Janice. r."
 Winslow paused and turned to- ward him. The expression in his eyes was yelled He parted his lips 10 speak. paused. and said. "You're as compie'e romantlcist as Paula. Forget it. Rents my bread and but. ter for the next six months-until the picture is done. I'm no altruist. I'm just" -a
 The dapper MT. Greene bounded down the stairs behind them. A paper futtered in his hand. He looked at Grahame with az expres- sion of bewildered respect.
 MT. Grahame." he said breath. lessly, you forgot your contract"
 My contract?" asked Grahame. puzzled. He saw that the crumpled bit of paper was the one that Myberg had given him. Mechanically he took it in his hands.
 Greene said. drawing himself erect importantly. You'll be need. ing some publicity work done If may recommend my services to you"
 Winslow's long arm reached out. The palm of his hand pressed gently inexorably against Greene's pearl. gray chest Mr. Green. perforce was pushed backward.
 "GreeLe," said Winslow 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 lurched forward. They roared down to Santa Monica Boulevard thence into Wiltshire. Swinging right into San Vicente. they flashed by the lights of the Pico crossing. As they zig-zagged into Crenshaw and headed south. Grahame noticed that he still held Myberg's scrap of pa per. He tore 1t across and held the pieces to the half-opened window The wind snatched them.
 He muttered. What a hell of a time to think of business"
 Winslow. intent over the wheel chuckled dryly.
 That's z crack at me. l guess Wait'll you've lived in this town as long as have. That's lot of money you're throwing away"
 Grahame made an inarticulate noise. You're hard-boiled. Spin"
 Am I? Yes. guess so.' For a minute he drove in silence. where upon he said. in a curious tone "Yol're no tifth-wheel. Frank. I'm glad you're along Myberg sensed it. Ton get things done. I-"
 Grahame said little bitterly, "So do you, Spin, when your jobs al stake"
 When my job's-Yes. guess you're right"
 THE blue roadster slid to a stop l before small building. Behind it a hangar bulked whitely against the dark sky.
 [, Winslow called to an attendant Jeff here?"
 Went home at five. Anything can" The roar of a motor from some hidden test block drowned the last of his words.
 Yeah. said Winslow. He heaved himself out from behind the wheel l"Anybody shove out of here in the last hour or two?"
 "Uhhuh. Closed job. Micky took 'em. Just about an hour ago."
 "Micky who?"
 1 Mcclure. Army kid"
 Don't know him. Who'd he take?'
 Whoopee party to Caliente. Two men and woman. The girl was al most out" p sea
 Grahame parted his lips; Winslow squeezed his arm. lcautionins him
 Winslow snapped light to a cig arette. tk
 Jeff own anything faster?"
 
 Not conditioned . there's a D. Han old crate-in hangar one but wouldn't fly her on a bet. l-'
 You wouldn't. but we will. Gassed and oiled?"
 Yeah. but"
 While we're looking her over get Jeff on the phone. Tell him Spir Winslow and Frank Grahame want to take that crate of his down tc Mexico and wreck it."