Summary

Norvell Page Wings of the Black Death — Doom of The Plague (1933)

A billion dollars that would fly into the dawn sky to ransom a city from man-inflicted plague! The false dawn already showed in the east. In an hour would come the take-off.
And back in the cavern where the plague pigeons kept up their everlasting murmur, Nita van Sloan, who alone knew the secret of the cave, struggled futilely with her bonds.
Masked in shrubbery, on a field not far from the entrance to that dread cavern, waited another plane, a ship that, mockingly, was painted all black, the plane the Black Death would fly.
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Norvell Page Wings of the Black Death — Doom of The Plague (1933)

Only a few hundred yards separated him now from the Black Death. Suddenly the plane ahead vaulted upward in an inhuman turn and shot back to meet him, with a flicker of flame behind its propeller that he recognized with mounting anger was a double machine gun. Where in heaven's name had Pugh got a military plane?
But there was no time to speculate on that. He must destroy the man. Wentworth had been watching keenly, and he had seen no pigeons winging back toward the city. He was positive the dread harbingers of the plague were still aboard.
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Norvell Page Wings of the Black Death — Doom of The Plague (1933)

Wentworth peered deeply into her blue eyes. There was no fear there, only a great love and a vast determination. He did not argue with her longer for he knew it would be useless.
“Very well then,” he said. “Help me turn loose these pigeons.”
He strode toward the nearest coop. Nita hung onto his arm.
“But the Black Death!” she gasped.
Wentworth turned and stared at her, then laughed softly.
“They haven't been given the germs yet,” he told her swiftly. “The plague acts on them much more quickly than on humans. They will be infected only just before they are freed.”
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