Curlie Carson Listens In

was on foot and alone. Apparently he carried nothing. His right hip pocket bu

ad for a half mile farther. There he plunged into the forest, to continue his journey under cover. Eleven

long on that estate or not, and if they do I'll know who it is. Anyway, I'll

r getting a girl into trouble, especially that f

himself sternly, taking a tight g

pillars at the entrance to the driveway, stood out in bold relief. For a time he sat staring

sudden flash of light which made its p

ring at two glowing headlights. The next in

didn't see me!

down the driveway of the estate that it had rounded a

urned to the right, entered the pu

high parallel bars, which were doubtless in turn supported by strong guy wires, were the aerials

them!" he ex

't. They're

ed up. He had no means of telling what they were doing but f

necessary. If a limb cracked, if he fell over a hidden ditch, the quarry wou

ward. Now he had covered a third of the dis

ashed in his hand. For a second that thing was pointed down the road where the

me. If not, they will be back. And next time," he shook his fist at t

again disappear

rge of the secret tower room, had his hands full. He switched on this loud-spea

ing his brow, "what a nigh

ome shouting right into the middle of a speech by a politician. A few moments later a message o

cloudy

t to come from the city's great hotel. "Enough there to send it round the world. Shoul

he whisper which followed within

ut him. He's leaving in a day or two. He's going, far, far away. He's going north; out of your territory entirely. I know yo

ed message. Not only had he measured the distance and taken t

has an interesting whisper. She's at that same hotel and seems to know Curlie. She must have broken in on my 1200 friend. S

there!

a button. A message was

got him yet? Well, here's hoping he hurries.

treat had moved silently over to

e back the other w

low depths of a dry ravine. He remained keenly alert. His eyes were constant

thinking of the girl. Why had she whispered those messages to him? Was she merely a tool of the man behind the powerful radio mac

himself. Then, with a smile playing

a moment's thought he chuckled: "Probably really a heavy blonde; some

caught a distant purring sound. Two yellow balls of fire were

for it!" He pre

g to his feet, he let out a wild whoop and, brandishing his aut

ld be no mistake. He saw the wir

a snort it leaped right at him. Nimble as

st instantly his automatic barked three times. Simulta

t you," h

e side of the road. A tire had

ike a mad horse caught by a lariat, reared up on its hind wheels, threatened to

as the car crashed over, Curlie caught sight of a figure in long linen duster and

han I do. I'd never catch you in that labyrinth of trees. Besides, I don't need to. Your equip

rely manner he collected various odds and ends from the radiophone equipment. Having stuffed thes

He probably thinks I was a hold-up man, but even if he guessed the truth he couldn't e

the nearest interurban li

mile, he stopped su

he son or the daughter? All muff

ll come out in time. Only I hope it wasn