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Another of the attendants did not waste more than a single glance on the ship, then shifted his attention to
a row of oil drums a few feet from where he stood, a row three drums thick and almost as high as his
own belt, and extending several yards to a small side door used by the mechanics. This door was open.

One of the four strangers in the plane all but fell out of the cabin door. He was highly perturbed.

тАЬIt ain't here!тАЭ he said shrilly.

тАЬBut did you look in the seat?тАЭ squawled the spokesman.

тАЬYeah,тАЭ said the other. тАЬWe went all over the ship. We even got down on our hands and knees and felt
around.тАЭ

The spokesman was the nice-looking old man with the white hair. He began to curse. He stopped
quickly, however, and spun and grabbed one of the attendants.

тАЬThat plane door was closed when we got here,тАЭ he snapped. тАЬWas it open at any time while you were
hauling the plane from in front of the operations office?тАЭ

тАЬI d-don't k-know,тАЭ stuttered the grease-monkey.

One of the nice-looking men said, тАЬDamn it, anyhow! The door was open when the passengers got out.
That was enough!тАЭ

At this point, the attendant who had been looking at the oil drums decided this was his chance. He gave a
great leap, sailed over the drums, landed in their shelter and scuttled for the door.

The men with the guns yelled at him. They fired, but their bullets only made oil leak from the drums.

The attendant got outside through the door, slammed it, secured the hasp fastening, then ran away as fast
as he could.
THE shots threw the airport into an uproar. Two men loading mail into a postal service truck drew their
guns and took shelter behind their vehicle.

The group of nice-looking men came racing from the hangar. The mail guards yelled at them to stop, and
were promptly shot at. They fired back. A pitched battle ensued, with the raiders retreating toward two
sedans which were parked on the airport road.

They reached the machines, dived inside and drove off at high speed. The mail truck tried to pursue, but
its tires, were promptly punctured with bullets.

There was much running and shouting, but the pilot of the Boston plane and his assistant kept a tight grip
on their fat prisoner. The latter was now talking quite rationally and insisting he had never claimed to be
Shakespeare.

After some delay, a plane took the air to scout for the two fleeing sedans.

The burly individual who looked like a prizefighterтАФthe same who had been a passenger in the
planeтАФwas still at the airport. As a matter of fact, it was he who suggested that a plane be sent up in
search for the sedans.