The Highway That Graft Built

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 its weight by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Right with Britt Reid as he races toward another thrilling adventure, the Green Hornet strikes again. Hurry, cattle! Here's where we smash a craft racket! News desk has got... Hello, Gunny, and Reed talking.

Just set your front page. It's good, fine. Keep that investigation, Your Honor, as the lead for all editions. That's right. Somebody sliced that graph melon and the sabbels going to learn who got the slices.

Check me if you got any bulletins. How's it coming this case? Last line, Mr. Edin. There you are. Is this going to be the lead editorial for tomorrow's Sentinel? Yes. It looks okay. I like the lead on it.

I like to lead on it. The highway that graft builds. Not bad, is it? Not bad. It hits the nail right on the head. Honestly, if the Sentinel hadn't learned how much that highway cost to build, nobody would have done a thing.

A newspaper that doesn't dig for facts doesn't get many scoops, Miss Case. Not only that, there's the name of this newspaper. I can remember when my father founded the paper. He called it the Sentinel.

The meaning of that word is to watch, to guard. As long as I run this paper, we're not losing sight of that meaning. meaning, regarding the public interest with every issue. I may be prejudiced, but I'd say we're doing a pretty good job of it.

Well, this investigation would never have started if Laurie hadn't discovered that somebody knew things ahead of time. This city needed a super highway miscase, but the price we played for it. Who bought that land ahead of time and boosted the price?