Then she put through several calls and finally reached Mr. McGregor, head of the continuity department. His words electrified the police and they swept down the streets and stormed up into the apartment building to the third floor where Rachel lived. In answer to their sharp knock, Rachel opened the door and they shouldered their way in.
Janet saw Rachel’s face blanch as she saw her, but Janet’s heart leaped for on a table was the missing manuscript. Director Adolphi was pulled out of a closet and from his ashen lips tumbled the sordid story. He was really Rachel’s brother and the two had conspired to steal the manuscript and ruin the World Broadcasting Company’s chances for the contract with the motion picture company. Another broadcaster had offered him a large sum, he said, and promised a job if he would steal the script and ruin the program.
They hastened back to the studio where a tense group awaited their coming. Mr. McGregor was there and so was Curt. Janet started suddenly when she saw Jim Hill with a bandage around his head.
“What happened to you?” she asked anxiously.
“Adolphi ran my cab into a curb and then pulled a gun on me and took the script away. Of course he had a mask on, but I recognized his voice. He clouted me over the head when I tried to resist and the next thing I knew Curt had found me at the police station where I was being given emergency treatment.”
Mr. McGregor spoke. “What about Adolphi and that precious sister of his?”
“They are in police custody awaiting whatever charges may be filed against them,” said Janet.
Mr. McGregor nodded. “That can be done tomorrow. How about you girls?”
“We’re all right,” replied Janet and Helen.
“A little tired, maybe,” added Helen, by way of an afterthought.