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Memo from Intriguing Detective Novelette By W. D. Rough CHAPTER I SHLEY BLY was balanced on his neck in the front seat of a taxicab at La Guardia Field when the pert trick in the floppy- brimmed straw hat, followed by a gum-chewing, rabbity little man, tapped high heels imperiously toward the cab. Obviously the girl was heading for —_—_ crt Ce 3} Ff rans SSO —_ 4 fk tA, fe he this particular cab; and obviously Ashes couldn’t get out without her see- ing. He did the next best thing—noth- ing. The girl was dressed in a smartly tailored suit, summer-weight, pale green, which matched her eyes. She carried one piece of hand-tooled lug- gage, also a matching shade of green. Neat. DOO C©