Diplomatically Done

The Green Hornet. He hunts the biggest of all game. Public enemies who try to destroy our America. With his faithful valet Cato, Ritri, a daring young publisher, matches wits with the underworld.

Risking his life at criminals and racketeers within the law, may feel its weight by the sting of the Green Hornet. Ride with Ritri in the throwing adventure of diplomatically done, the Green Hornet strikes again.

A car pushing through the fog-granched night carried three representatives from the influential newspaper, the Daily Sentinel.

Michael's expert drove it was his car. Ed Lowrie, the ace reporter, was beside the big Irishman, while a photographer rode in the rear seat. They were on their way back from a routine assignment. Lowrie, don't be telling me how to drive.

All right, all right. Just take it easy, that's all. Especially going over the bridge. Your tires aren't so hot. Pre-war I'd have, you know. Pre-war is right and worn as smooth as a skating rink.

If we slide through the guard rail, it's a 200-foot drop to the river. I mean careful. I got it. This fog is getting worse every minute. Maybe it'll help if I turn on the spotlight.

Oh, I should have known better than to cover this assignment in your car. I should have known better than to come out on a night like this. Ask for whatever gave you the idea that I could get some news photo.

That mass meeting was a dud. I could have covered it for my desk. Hey, expert will you slow down? Sufflin' snakes! Hey, I didn't mean to stop Cole. Holy Cole, look! Let me at him!

Let me out! Hey, hold on, mister! What's the matter with you? Hey, expert, what's up? Hey, look, he's got that guy at the rear. Come on! You let me go, you hear? You let me go, I can do what I want!