Tim took the engraved piece of pasteboard and read the following words: “Henry Prentiss, United States Bureau of Narcotics.”
“I’m glad to know you, Mr. Prentiss,” said Tim, “but I’m afraid your card hasn’t given me any clue on what you’re here for.”
“I understand the High Flyers and Ace McDowell are going to put on their air circus here Sunday under the auspices of the News.”
“That’s correct, but no announcement has been made yet.”
“Then you’re likely to have two stories for your paper next Monday, the actual story of the flying circus and the story of the arrest of Ace McDowell as the head of a notorious ring of dope smugglers.”
CHAPTER THREE
The High Flyers
The federal narcotic agent sat down on the edge of Tim’s desk and smiled at the amazed expressions on the faces of the flying reporters.
“Do you mean that you are going to arrest McDowell on a charge of smuggling dope?” asked Tim.
“I’m going to do my best to take him in custody. He’s a slippery customer but I think we’ve got all the evidence we need this time.”
“What a sensation this will make,” whistled Ralph.