The Avenger 13 - Murder on Wheels (18 page)

“I intended to ask if I
could
join you,” he said simply, to The Avenger. “For a long time I’ve known of you, and approved what you were doing. But I didn’t know if I’d have the honor of working under you.”

“It would be an honor shared by us all,” said Benson.

The steely hand of The Avenger clasped the powerful hand of the new crime aid. And Cole Wilson laughed softly and said: “We’ll all celebrate this shortly, as soon as I put Ormsdale behind bars and get a path cleared for the rest of you to leave. Be back soon.”

He went out, and The Avenger’s pale, deadly eyes were steely bright with the thought of the valuable new member admitted to his indomitable little band.

For Benson’s face might be young and alive again, and his thick hair black instead of prematurely white, but he was still—The Avenger. He still lived but for one thing, the fight to the finish against the superlords of the underworld!

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