“That’s right,” the pilot responded.
“May I have the pictures?”
“Pictures? I just gave them to a fellow named Evans from the Ledger.”
“But I’m Evans!”
The pilot stared. “Then someone has pulled a fast one! Fellow in a gray suit stepped up as I landed and said he was Evans from the Ledger. I gave him the package.”
“Luke Frowein, a Globe man!” Flash explained grimly. “And I was dumb enough to fall for the trick!”
Whirling, he ran down the cement, through the station, to the main gate. There was no sign of Luke Frowein.
A taxi cruised slowly past. Flash quickly hailed it.
“To the Globe building!” he ordered tersely. “I’ll give you an extra buck if you step on it!”
The cab roared along the highway at fifty miles an hour, slowing down only when it reached the city limits. Flash kept close watch of other automobiles as they dodged in and out of traffic, but caught no glimpse of the man he pursued.