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render our public better service. I shall proceed immediately on the assumption that foul play has been done."

Before Harold Dare returned to the set that morning, he filed three special rush orders: to his film developing laboratories, to a manufacturer of mail-bags, and to a certain chemical supply house.

Never before had the Neverlate Aerial Express been so signally honored by celebrity as that afternoon when the mid-night mail took off from Bandy Field wuth the celebreated Harold Dare in the second cockpit. 

Dare looked at his watch. 11:48. If so, Captain Craig [[strikethrough]] had [[/strikethrough]] evidently had not gauged his speed with proper accuracy.

The glow brightened into a glare of searchlights. The ship's nose dipped, then swung [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[for a]] long spiral, and Dare saw over the side of the ship the letters "SL" outlined in light. The ship taxied up to the line beside the waiting truck. Craig cut the switches, and the engine died.

Craig turned with a smile. "So this is Sweet Lake!"

Harold Dare removed his goggles. "We are early, are we not?" he asked, .x But the smile had frozen on Craig's face. Dare
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