Whispering Justice

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The sound of the siren purred through the loud-speaker on my roadster. Then came the voice of the police announcer repeating in a mechanical monotone: “Calling car thirty-one.”

I slowed the motor to listen.

The voice of the announcer continued in its same expressionless tone: “Car thirty-one—go to 659 Porter Street. Make a quick run. Howard Cove, having an apartment at that address, found a woman burglar ransacking his rooms. There was an exchange of shots. The burglar is believed to be wounded.

“Here is a description of the burglar: A woman twenty-four years old, height about five feet three inches, weight about one hundred ten pounds, hair dark, eyes dark, wearing imitation Mink coat, brown skirt, suede shoes. She ran from the back door of the apartment, down an alley, and disappeared. She will probably be found in the neighborhood, as it is believed she did not have an automobile. We will repeat the description . . .”

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