Murder Across the Boards (Mr. X, 3 of 4)

What green hornet. It's the biggest of all game. Public enemies who try to destroy our America. Who put another pulling adventure? The green hornet strikes again. Barnaby, old Bob right track. A little distance from a heavy set man.

The cover on the back, that's not Jerry. The common. Don't forget to clog him. That's fire flying back. Can't see in this miss. I know. I know how he sounds when he runs. That's the old flag.

It's over to me. The name Jerry. It might be. It's okay. Okay. And from the newspaper. What can we talk? What's the matter with right here? A kid. You don't want any leaks. I'm gonna keep this story exclusive. Get it?

Go to the stable. Right, wait a minute. What if I did a mile and one? This is nobody to listen to. I didn't expect you so soon.

The newspaper don't depress. Boss didn't want any story to miss the first edition. This better be good. I ain't used to getting up so early. Shoot, choliz. See? I've been around race track since I was old enough to stub my toe on a horse.

I want to horse you. I work this jockey, trainer, handler, starter, groom. Yeah, never mind the personal history, huh? I don't get you. Just give me the thanks. Here's a favorite, the cop, the big race.

It's in trellis, dicks? Yeah. Is that just story? Everybody knows that. Oh, wait. When you're beating the start. Firefly is the favorite, but there's going to be some dirty work. The race is going to be Firefly.

Oh, Wara, be as straight as a string. I don't mean him. He never done anything cooking his life. I mean, professional gambler. That's why I call the paper. You know what, don't you? I'd like a newspaper mayor from a sentinel.