Blackies Car Kills A Woman

I missed Mr. Car if I could stand for monkeying with. Can you leave it with me a while?

Anything you say? Okay. Is it even where it is? I'm a pure car? Yes, well anyway. If there's nothing serious about it with your buggy, you ought to be ready for it by noon. Okay, I'll be back in three hours.

The east part of the parking. Hmm. I'd like to speak to the man in charge. Inspector Pertigue, this is the West Avenue garage. the just turned up here don't let whoever owns it take it out

last night that car killed a woman now here's Richard Palmer's Boston Blackie enemy to those who make him an enemy friend to those who have no friend Wait here at the entrance, Mary. I'll walk into the garage office and see if it goes running.

I know, Blackie. You're a shamed-a-peggy player. Okay. Think so. Come on along, man. You talkin' new work. Well, the three hours are off, McCar ready? Oh, you're a boss and Blackie, huh? Yeah, yeah, sure. It's ready. This way.

What was the matter with it? Oh, the engine needed a little tune, and that's all. What do I owe you? Three bucks. Okay. There you are. The rest is for you. Thanks. Oh, thank you.

He's right in the ignition, please. Thanks. Get in, Mary. After you, my friend? Hello. Hello. Hey, Mr. Go my way. Depends on which way you're going. Your way. All right, Frankie. Hold on to the curb.

Oh, not you. Hey, Mr. Saturday, what are you doing in the back of the car? Hold on to that, Frankie. Stop. Sorry, stop pointing that gun. It's liable to go off before you go out.