Thrilling Detective , December, 1938
Frank Craig, Postal Inspector, Barges Head-On into a Malicious Racket where Murder is Just a Starter!
POSTAL INSPECTOR FRANK CRAIG slanted the nose of his Boeing Special into the headwind, then let the big monoplane glide earthward in a long swoop. Field lights afforded him ample visibility despite the downpour that had turned the airport into a veritable mire.
The plane sat down without a bump, rippled the muddy ground with its tail wheel, then headed across to the government hangar at the south end of the field. Killing the ignition with a quick twist of his wrist, Craig froze the stick into position. Two attendants, braving the swishing rain, grabbed the wings at either end and guided the plane into the lighted hangar.
No sooner had it cleared the doorway than Craig vaulted from the cockpit. A man in a topcoat rushed out to greet him. Craig accepted his hand brusquely, his eyes alive with a burning gleam. His jaws were set, his lips straight.
