Finneys WPA Racket

With his faithful valet Kato, Britt Reid, daring young publisher, matches wits with the underworld, risking his life at criminals and blacketeers within the law, may feel it's weight by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Ride with Britt Reid as he races toward another thrilling adventurer, the Green Hornet strikes again. Hurry Kato, this is where we smash the WPA rocket. Help me, Hannah, Laurie. If you barging here late again, you're fired.

Oh, Gunnegan, I was after something, probably a tip on the bank, Taylor. I don't play the horses. But though I get slaving here, I couldn't buy a nose bag for a broken down leg. Anytime you don't feel like working with a Sentinel, just say so.

You can start hanging around the WPA. How do you know? I don't know why. That I just came from the WPA. Huh? I told you I was after something, Gunnegan. You know those letters the Sentinel's been getting, saying that the local WPA is shot with Grant?

Yeah, unsigned letters. In an outfit as big as that, it may be so. Don't be so cautious. You know, darn well, this room is that a WPA official is demanding a tick back from four suckers who want jobs.

And the trouble is we don't know which official. Yeah, too bad the letter didn't specify. Our racket's in any kind of business. My just as well be in WPA. The sound of the guy is can creep in anywhere.

Hey, wait a minute. Hold on. Let's get on the brass stack. You went to the WPA office? Yeah, thought I might dig up some info. Well, you get anything? Not too much. Every time I mention kickback, all of them acted like they didn't know I was there.