“I’m not taking any chances tonight,” he said.
They watched him get into the cab and he waved as the taxi shot away and swung onto a side street. But before it disappeared Janet saw something that caused a wave of apprehension to sweep over her.
A long, rakish sedan, which had been parked further along the street, leaped ahead, and swung around the corner behind the taxi which was carrying Jim Hill and the final draft of their radio script.
JANET FINDS A CLUE
Janet’s sharp cry halted Curt Newsom and Helen. They turned startled faces toward her.
“What’s the matter? Someone try to run you down?” asked Helen.
“It’s Jim,” replied Janet. “A car’s following his taxi. It started up from the curb and swung right behind his cab. Someone is after that manuscript. We’ve got to follow them.”
Curt hailed a cruising taxi and they piled in, the cowboy giving the driver sharp directions.