The White Ticket

The Green Hornet. He hunts the biggest of all game. Public enemies who try to destroy our America. With his fateful valet Cato, Britt Reid, daring young publisher, matches wits with racketeers and saboteurs, risking his life that criminals and enemy spies will feel the weight of the law by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Reid in a thrilling adventure, the fight ticket. The Green Hornet strikes again. Michael expert, though often thinking of himself as a reporter for the Daily Cento, was in reality Britt Reid's bodyguard. In an especially confiding mood, the big ex-manhunter explained his status

to Ed Lowry against the background of a crowded nightclub. So you see, Lowry, when the old man decided to retire from running the sentin' wound and turn it over to Britt Reid, he hired me to be Reid's bodyguard.

The one expert and spite him myself, I'm listening. Well, if an egg of thingshores Reed took a shine to me, invited me to live with him as a packer. That made it easier for me to keep an eye on it.

Did Reed know you were to be a bodyguard? Oh, golly, no. I bet he didn't. Hmm? Go on. Reed, all the time thought I was hired by his father is a reparture on the police beam.

You see, me being detected with long experience made it easier for me to get in with the vis at the cops headquarters. Ask for it. Why does Reed need a bodyguard here? Why, you're... to stab... to... to stab a light.

You know how he gives a socket of clay bark. His old gent was afraid that wasn't someone like me to keep an eye on him. He might get into trouble. A look, Axby. Has it ever occurred to you that Reed's fixed it so he knows where you are?