Credit for Murder

The Green Hornet Punts the biggest of all game public enemies who try to destroy our America With his faithful Filipino valid Cato Rit read 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 Wide with Britt Reid in the thrilling adventure Credit for Murder, the Green Hornet strikes again.

You have a dog. The Army is asking patriotic citizens to enlist dogs to be trained for scout duty with troops in combat zones. The Army urgently needs 500 dogs right now. You have a large healthy dog such as a German shepherd, Belgian sheep dog, Dobermanpincher, farm-type Kali Airdale or Giant Schnauzer, or a positive cross of any of these breeds,

qualifications 14 months to three and one-half years of age, weight 55 to 85 pounds, male or female, wire or right details to the Quartermaster General, Washington 25 D.C., and list your dog for war. And now, the green hornet.

The thick gray fog along the waterfront swirled with clutching tendrils about the sleek powerful car that had stopped before one of the waterfront warehouses. And the same thick gray fog hung like a concealing cloak about the shoulders of the two mysterious figures who left the car and moved quickly and silently toward the office entrance facing

the dock in the rear. not be expecting to visit from Green Hornet, Mr. Prit. Else you have someone watching. Could be someone on guard on the inside, Kato. Or soon now. Door to office face is dark.

We're on the dock now. Yes. Don't make a sound. I want to catch the Dayton off guard. Why do you think Dayton hid a jewel, Smugger? I'll tell you later. Come on, we'll try the outside dorm.