Bill Barnes Air Adventurer, July 1935 — page 23: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

AIR ADVENTURER War. Dick ” His voice broke. He stopped speaking and turned away. “Let’s see if the police have come,” he said. ITI—ALL FOR ONE IT WAS late in the afternoon before the police commissioner, detectives, fin- gerprint experts, photographers and medical men finished in Shorty’s room. They found no clue to the identity of the man Shorty had killed. But they decided that he was German. Or of German descent. “It’s a plain case of justifiable homi- cide,” the police commissioner said. “And like all the things that happen to you, Bill, the truth will come out later.” Fhis: 1g ‘just the begining,” Bill agreed. “Some one is gunning for us 21 again. They'll show their hand before long. Then we'll have something to work on.” “Y wish there was some way we could get advance notices on these cases of yours, Bill,” the commissioner said. “Then we could prevent some of the killings that usually occur.” “That’s a big wish,” Bill said. “Kull- ers seem a little prejudiced about keep- ing their murders a secret.” The police commissioner snorted, shook hands with Bill, Shorty and Sandy and took his leave. When he had gone Bill sat down and locked at Sandy long and searchingly. “What's this Shorty tells me about a savage-looking marionette and ventril- oquism?”’ he asked the kid pilot. Sandy squirmed uncomfortably and gave Shorty an accusing, glance. He raised one hand with a painful effort and fumbled with the top of his flying suit. oO CoMmichool< CO