Curlie Carson Listens In

a flat looking car with a powerful engine stole out into the road that ran by the Fores

urely clamped down. Above there hung suspended between two vertical ba

he offender. How well it would work, he could not even guess, but anything was better than sitting there help

re, prepared to

ap set, the ghost may decide not to walk on this pa

re's someone about, for what's the good of a ghost-walk when th

ted the various locations of the person who had sent the messages. There had been some criss-crosses shown but, in the main, a line drawn through these points had formed an oblong which on the actual sur

en chased by a hound. And those two points, the start and the finish, are close to the driveway into the million dollar estate. But of course that

A line drawn through these points made a figure quite irr

and not an airplane. An auto follows roads, which for the most part in this section form

s," he continued. "The start and finish are at almost exac

old undue suspicion against the inhabitants of that

place. If we're seen with this load of junk it will give us dead away. Thing is to be ready to move quickly when he lets loose with his message. Ought not to be more than a mile away, I'd say. He's

oad of the Forest Preserve, then s

ad. Only the rustle of leaves and the startled tweet-tweet of some

ed Joe, then he la

m, Curlie was soon asleep, all but his ear

oe had gone quite to sleep when Curlie suddenly dug hi

here she

ce of the mysterious operator could be heard. Now rising, now falling, it filled the wood

ere now of no importance.

lie, "exactly the same! You

f the bush on two wheels, she sent a shower of

As they rounded a corner, they caught the red gle

then, "Let her out!

ad, she took the corner with a wide swing. But when they looked down

Can't tell which way he went. It's a hard, dry gravel roadbed-won't tell a thing.

Curlie adjusted his instruments,

r again the voice in the loud sp

r, "he's got three miles lead on us.

t ahead they raced. The Humming Bird quivered like a

ie, as Joe slowed up. "He's not

gh with. Not once in all that time di

e was ended. "Bet he never even guessed he was

cret tower room Curlie plotted the

had finished, "is that he starts and finishes within a quar

place-" su

d J. Anson'

suspicious to

can't raid a man's private castle on any such fl

r natural ears and eyes are better than all these instruments an

ughtfully, "but whatever y

glanced over a second message from the head office of his bureau. It was couched in no gentle terms. He was told that this intru