Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 7, 1922 — page 162: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By JOHNSTON McCULLEY AKING the long curve at a terrific rate of speed, Oakes Radell drove into the next straightaway and laughed aloud above the roaring of the motor when he found that the highway was deserted as far as he could see. It was not the enthusiastic, care-free laughter of the happy motorist atune with the spirit of the rushing wind; there was something cynical about it, something sin- ister in it, a suggestion of evil things. He might have been sure that the highway would be free of other vehicles. and pedes- trians at that particular point, Oakes Ra- dell told himself. Had it not been, a portion of his plans would have been ruined. His luck, therefore, was with him still—the good luck he had feared had deserted him. 308 He did not continue to follow the broad, smooth highway that twisted like a great serpent along the sparkling river. Once around the curve, he applied the brakes and forced the powerful roadster down to a decent sort of speed. He guided the car into a narrow, little-used road that curved into a brush-bordered ravine. Here, he was hidden effectually from the sight of those who might pass on the main thorough- fare a short distance away. Oakes Radell laughed once more, softly, as the brakes screeched and smoked, and the big car rolled slowly to a stop. Radell was out of it instantly. He lighted a fresh cigar, and over the cupped hands that held the flaming match he peered closely into the brush at either side of the ravine, making comiclboooks CO©