The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-07-11
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great favor if you ask one trusted room steward to inspect all four cabins with utmost care in the morning as soon as their occupants leave to pass immigration at North Sydney, and report anything they see or find, no matter how slight, to me. For instance, am par ticularly interested in any pieces of brown wrapping paper or cord. Meanwhile, I'll have the irnmigra- tion officials hold up the men un- der some pretext. And you re- alize, of course, the need for ut- most secrecy?"
 Both captain and purser nodded.
 It was almost s a. m. before Dawson returned to his cabin. But he didn't sleep. Switching off the lights and slipping his revolver into bathrobe pocket, he climbed into an upper bunk where he could keep an eye on the door. As he puffed at his pipe, he went over every detail of the plan he had decided upon for the morning. It looked good to him-a slight gamble, perhaps, but the quickest way.
 Dawson must have dozed because some noise awakened him, followed by the cabin lights being turned on. Automatically his hand closed on his revolver, but he laughed outright as his room steward entered with a cup of steaming coffee, looking in frank amazement at the unoccupied lower hunks and the cabins lone oc- cupant lying dressed in an upper one.
 Don't get the wrong idea, steward" he said, climbing down to the floor. T didn't have one to many last night and I'm not eccentric. I just find it healthier to sleep in uppers at times"
 "As long as you were comfort able, sir Here Is some coffee for you. Breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes. The ship is two hours late on account of the ice. I'll bring you some hot water for shaving"
 Dawson was in the captains cabin when the Canadian immi- grafton men came aboard at the Cape Breton Island port in Nova Scotia. He knew both and gave them the names of the four men he wanted delayed under "any pretext." They agreed.
 Not wishing to arouse the want ed mans suspicious, Dawson avoided talking to the immigration men or ships officers in front of other passengers. He remained in the captains quarters while the queue formed in the main lounge to file by the two desks at which the immigration men sat.
 He did not have long to wait.
 The purser entered with a stew ard who was carrying several twoels badly smeared with what looked like black ink.
 Here's the only curious item we have found, MT. Dawson U in Cabin IA on A Deck the passenger seemed to have had an unusual amount of trouble with his foun- tain pen. Either that or he spilled a full bottle of very thick ink. His name is Paul Dexel with ad-
 The investigator hit the table with his fist: Never mind, I know all that you've solved a riddle for me" Tossing a bill on the table he hurried down to his cabin and reopening the parcel containing palm up he studiously inspected the f1ngertips under the glare of a small searchlight.
 That's it!" he muttered in satis- lied manner. Every fingertip has minute traces of ink. The hand was taken off to secure Statler's fingerprints for some Identification purpose. The man who entered the cemetery vault found that the hands were too rigidly clenched to get good prints. So rather than risk detection he simply chopped of one hand and tok 1t with him to straighten out the fingers at his leisure, bu t. :"
 Dawson frowned.
 ". but why cart along the ungodly thing just to throw 1t in my cabin?" For few seconds he remained deep in thought. "That's easy = the lad also was watching me and when I left St. Johns in a hurry he didn't have time to do his work. So he brought the hand along. There was no place to work on the train, so he waited until he got aboard the Caribou, He could have chucked the hand into the water but some ghoulish strain prompted him to try scar
 A steward entered with a note from one of the immigration men: "DaWson-You had better get Eo- ing on whatever you plan. One of the four you asked to be delayed is raising hell and I can't lie much longer. His name is Paul Drexel."
 Dawson found his man in the lounge loudly berating the immi- grafton official. Dexel was about 5 feet Il inches, athletic in build and blond. He appeared to be in ms -th1rtteS.
 Pardon me, MT. Dexel," Daw- son interrupted, I'm a Dominion Government Intelligence officer and the delay is my fault. A slight irregularity has been noted in your passport and must bring you up to our local bureau for questioning"
 Dexel, obviously taken aback. continued to protest: "This IS sheer nonsense and I intend in forming the authorities :"
 Just come along with me now" Dawson smiled easily. Tt will probably take only 8 few min- utes."
 Dexel was already wearing his hat and coat. The two walked down the gangplank, through the