ped on their
coats, and after making sure that they had an ample supply of money in
their purses, hastened down and hailed a cab.

Rachel lived in the Greenwich Village section and their driver swung
over to Fifth Avenue and raced south, green lights winking a clear path
ahead of them.

There was little conversation in the cab as they sped toward the village
and when they drew up in front of the narrow building which housed
Rachel's apartment Janet paid the bill.

"What are you going to say to her?" asked Helen.

Janet shook her head. "I don't know," she admitted. "I suppose I'll
accuse her of writing this threatening note. That ought to be enough to
get us into her apartment and once we're there you look around for
anything suspicious."

They were entering the apartment when a car drew up to the curb and
Janet seized her companion's arm.

"Get out of sight, quick. That's the sedan which followed Jim's taxi."

They slipped into the shadows to the right of the doorway and watched
the sedan. Rachel Nesbit stepped out and after her came John Adolphi,
director of their radio program. Janet could hear Helen's gasp for under
the director's arm was a familiar portfolio. It was the portfolio in
which Jim Hill had carried the manuscript.

Rachel and the director disappeared into the apartment building and
Janet, without a word to Helen, ran toward the nearest shop, a little
fruit store in a half basement.

"Where can I find a policeman?" she demanded.

The shop keeper helped her phone in an alarm and in less than five
minutes a radio car pulled up in front of the store.

Janet told her story quickly and when the officers looked doubtful, she
pleaded with them.

"You've got to believe me. Every minute counts. If that script is
destroyed the company may lose thousands of dollars worth of business."

Then she put through several calls and finally reached Mr. McGregor,
head of the continuity department. His words electrified the police and
they swept down the streets and stormed up into the apartment building
to the third floor where Rachel lived. In answer to their sharp knock,
Rachel opened the door and they shouldered their way in.

Janet saw Rachel's face blanch as she saw her, but Janet's heart leaped
for on a table was the missing manuscript. Director Adolphi was pulled
out of a closet and from his ashen lips tumbled the sordid story. He was
really Rachel's brother and the two had conspired to steal the
manus