Summary

Norvell Page Wings of the Black Death — Nita Cries Vengeance (1933)

She sent it skimming over the roads, Apollo on the seat beside her, thrusting his head out from behind the windshield into the push of the wind. The swift drive over Queensborough bridge and out onto Long Island roads cleared her head.
Wasn't it possible that Wentworth had escaped? He was a superb swimmer and, unless he had been stunned in the plunge, unless he had wanted to die—Dick want to die? She laughed, and actual gayety crept into her voice. He would risk his life gladly in any just cause, but it was because he loved so to live that he got pleasure in thus defying death.
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Norvell Page Wings of the Black Death — Nita Cries Vengeance (1933)

Pugh's wide mouth turned down wryly.
“The newspapers got another letter signed the Black Death. Even if the Spider is dead, the letter said, the plague will go on unless the money is delivered. Good Lord,” Pugh growled, striding on into the house. “As if the banks could shell out a billion dollars like so many rolls of pennies and not feel it. But they'll do it.” His face went grim. “They'll have to, or else...”
Nita's shoulders sagged slightly. She had been hoping against hope that there might be some new information about Dick.
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