"Hallo, Grew," greeted Thatcher Colt. "I need a job done out there in a hurry. Can you help me?"
"Oh, we're pretty good out here sometimes, too," jested the Inspector.
"Ever hear of a girl named Josephine Keplinger?"
"Can't say as I have. Does she have a police record?"
"I think not. She's a Detroit business woman and quite respectable."
"Shouldn't be hard to locate then. What do you want on her?"
"Anything you can get, but work under cover. I understand she's taking the first plane out of Detroit tonight for New York. I'd like her tailed out to the air field—an account of everybody she sees before leaving—all the material possible. But you needn't send a man on the plane with her—I'll have her checked at all landings en route."
"All right, Colt. I'm supposed to go on the platform h
