Message From The Hills

The shadow, Lamar Transton, a man of wealth, a student of science, and a master of other people's minds, devotees like writing wrong, protecting the innocent, and punishing the guilty. Using advanced methods that may ultimately become available to all law enforcement agencies, Transton is known to the underworld as the shadow, never seen, only heard, as haunting

to superstitious mind as a ghost, as inevitable as a guilty country. The shadows through identity is known only to a constant friend and aide, Margoli. Today's story, the message from the hill. Okay, boy. Spread it out on the table, Jordan.

Okay. Now, let's check the whole thing once more. All right. Here's the Bloom and Desert Island. We're came to unright now. Yeah? It ain't so much bigger than that, at that. Oh, shut up, Jake.

And here's Swannio Island. I do? There's Mount Raleigh and that pressure time on Ryan. Right, making the middle. See, Jake? Three weeks from the coast and come on out by trial. Is it isolated you might say?

Alright, Lenny. Is our plane in good shape? Got hold. You sure you can find that mountain? Well, I've thrown up there often enough. Lenny, we don't want to get tangled up with the mining companies plane.

We won't. The plane goes up on the coast on Friday. Comes back on Saturday. We praise our little visit. The diamond mine in between. You're sure they ship the diamonds out every three months? Listen, George.

I worked with those fetid at birth for over a year. I know. Well, looks foolproof to me. And there's enough diamonds in one of them shipments to keep us all like aristocrats. The rest of the native boys will go to take the air force.