Numbers Make a Racket

The Green Hornet. He hunts the biggest of all game, public enemies that even the G-men cannot reach. The Green Hornet. With his faithful valet Cato, Britt Reid daring young publisher, matches wits with the underworld, risking his life that criminals and racketeers within the law may feel it's weight by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Ride with Rethride as he races toward another thrilling adventure. The Green Hornet strikes again. Hurry, Kittle. We're about to smash the numbers racket. Taxi cab. He's dead. Hit and run, call the cops.

Innocence, so help me, I'm innocent. Tell it to the judge. Couldn't. Yes, but try and prove it. Okay, Lee, you can talk on me. Well, you know I stand with the lead, no, Kizzy. I suppose you've been given a special assignment on the numbers racket.

How'd you know? You know. What? Holy crow, that's just what he said. He was talking about the valuable contacts and headquarters, forgetting the dope on Tobin and the rest of the racketeers. But I didn't tell you.

It's not hard to guess after what happened last night. You mean one of them racketeers getting rubbed out? Now you guessed it. Hi, expert. Hey, how's that for a snap, Casey? Clicker. This picture is still soaking wet.

Right out of the fixing bath? Well, what is it? It looks like a man lying in the street. It is. Hit the run. Oh, no, you're still there ain't nothing to get excited about dishes there a lot, you know Don't you know who this is today? Well, if you read the sentinel, you'd know tell him cases you tell him

I'm getting mr. Reed it's doo-chir hard ones do cheer before I step in front of a car. Holy cow The numbers like a tee Click of any mr. Reed. She has a picture of doo-chir Looks like front page mr. Reed. Did I send her in? Yes. Well, right now The inner sanctum slicker. What does that mean? It means mr. Reed wants