The Crooked Bridge

The Green Hornet. He hunts the biggest of all game. Public enemies that even the G-men cannot reach. The Green Hornet. Sure, there was a crooked man.

The events and characters depicted in this drama are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental for the Eastbound Transport Plan. Now, the next time they hold a newspaper convention, it'll lay a little air home.

At any rate, Brit, we're lucky to have been on the same plane. Hope you got as much out of your convention as I got out of my trip to Chicago. Always reminds me, Conway. Why did you go to Chicago?

Why? Well, when James Conway, a one-man grand jury, investigating graph leaves for an airplane, triplets news. That's what I'm afraid of. I'd assume rather not have it known that I went Chicago. Or... Hope you won't publicize it.

The simplest way to keep things out of the paper, Conway, is to confide in a newspaperman. If he thinks you're trying to hide something and put one over on him, you'll get answers and publish them.

Frankly then, I went there in connection with the graft problem. I assumed as much. There were a couple of men doing a term in jollyette. I had enough on them to make sure of another wrap when they finished this one.

So they were glad to talk to me. You wouldn't resort to blackmail to get facts, would you? Red has smashing this graft ring. I'd resort to practically anything. That is there. Worse than anyone realizes.

Right here in this briefcase, I hold the data that will smash this ring. How about some advanced information? Well, I might make a deal with you. You want information to get what you call a scoop for your paper.