Alternative ending to The Prize of Peril

... The subway came to a stop, jolting him out of his reverie. Raeder pushed back his hat and observed, across the aisle, a man staring at him and a whispering to a stout woman. Had they recognised him? He stood up as soon as the doors opened, and glanced at his watch. He had 5 hours to go. The subway's T-junction of Times Square led Raeder towards 42nd Street, right next to Midtown. Raeder didn't want to take any chances. His first impression was that the man could only mean trouble. Raeder knew Manhattan well. Living there as a young boy, he had established a good mental map of area. Knowing this was an advantage, Raeder took up the escalator, and headed for the exit. Raedar glanced back at the suspicious man; he was on the phone speaking urgently, either to the Thompson Gang, or the camera crew.

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