The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1942-07-27
ON THE SPOT
CHAPTER vi


were unmistakable - the four,
inch scar on the left cheek hac
been retouched, as he could see
by bending the photograph tC
the light.
The presence of the photo
here placed the dead soldier
squarely into the mystery, add
ing a further complication. JUS
where did he fit in with the cir,
Carole Fiske? His name-DaW
son had to think twice before
recalling twas Private Der
nard Skrol
What do you WANT
Dawson whipped around he
hadn't heard anyone coming
along the hall. Framed in the
archway leading into the room
was tall, heavy man with
bushy eyebrows and harsh fea
lures. His resemblance to the
unfriendly housekeeper who hao
let him in was almost startling
His right hand was buried deer
in a sport jacket pocket
Il came to see Miss Fiske.'
What about?"
Dawson laughed easily. "Wel
now, you are inquisitive - it.:
a personal message for M s:
-
t1Ske
Il know - you said a mes.
sage from Lemoy,' rasped the
other. Spill it, smart guy!"
Dawson's smile faded
Go plumb to hell!' he sale
simply.
The man took a step toward
the investigator, lifting his hano
in his right coat pocket suggest
lively. But he halted as a girl
entered the room.
One glance told Dawson she
was Carole Fiske - the girl OF
the executed Lemoy,s snapshot.
whats going on here, john
her voice cut in sharply.
This guy says he has a mes
sage for you from Lemoy -
told him he better speak up OF
Shut up, John, you're acting
like a fool, she said. Then turn.
ing to Dawson, WHO are your
You wouldn't know me by
name - just happened tc
meet Lemoy a few days ago il
Halifax. When l mentioned tina
| had to visit Chicago on bust
ness for my company he asked
me to give you buzz and
must | tell him, too" he point
ed to the glowering John.
Don't mind him, go on with
the message"
"Well-l-l. it wasn't much bu
| thought it might be nicer t
drop around and see you in per
son. He said to tell you the 9th
er half of the reunion date
couldn't make it but he really
missed her and plenty. Tha
was all except e" Dawson
grinned, that he warned mt
you are NOT Hedy Lamar.
WAS there nothing else? Die
he say where he was going?'
No" shrugged Dawson. HE
apparently wasn't sure where
he would be going He gave me
the impression it would be {
long trip A swell fellow, Lee
moy. | liked him very
You're a liar" snarled the
man called John.
Something snapped in Daw'
son. His role of good-naturec
salesman vanished in surge OF
hatred. With one quick step he
came within range and his right
fist dashed out with sledge-ham'
mer force. John crashed over
backwards. one of the old-fash'
toned chairs breaking under his
weight. AS he hit the floor, Daw-
son dived - one hand clutchine
the downed mans throat while
a knee p inned the pocketeo
hand on the floor.
"When lift MY knee" he
growled into Johns ear. "pulI
out that hand empty or III
flatten that nose on your ugly
face" His knee lifted few
inches and Johns hand slio
slowly out Of the pocket.
With quick flip, Dawson
rolled the big fellow on his side
dipped into his Jacket and came
out with black automatic
Strengthening up. he gave his
clothes quick brushing and
walked to the girl.
when / go, he said, hand
ing her the gun, give this back
10 your boy friend - better adj
wise him TO stop playing with
this thing" His tone lowered,
"Tll be at the Eddington Hotel"
Back in his hotel room. Daw-
son let the cold water tap run
on the bleeding knuckles of his
hand.
The girl interested Dawson.
OF course. he rad had little time
Is study her and the converse
ton had been limited. But she
was really a beautiful creature.
And from what he had been
able to judge she didn't seem
the hard type. Yet she was sure
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