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Gly fought back an urge to ood a way as any to kill tinments"

"One can almost detect a faint rese behind the wheel of the Mercedes "Except for your repulsive nose, we ht be taken for brothers"

"Stick it in your

ear, Villon!" The belligerence in Gly's voice was unlanced at the old couple still perched on the bench waiting for a bus, and then at the hteen sixty"

"Charge it!" Villon snarled, and drove off

Villon buttered a slice of breakfast toast and read the caption on page two of hisnewspaper

NO LEADS IN TERRORIST ATTACK ON PRIME MINISTER'S PLANE

Foss Gly had covered his tracks well Villon kept his hand on the investigation, and he knew that with each passing day the scent grew colder He subtly used the influence of his office to play down any connection between the assassins and the FQS unless definite proof was found So far things orking smoothly

His satisfaction faded to a chill as Villon thought of Gly The od was a fat price There was no telling how a ht leash

Villon's wife came to the doorway of the breakfast room She was a pretty woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes "There's a phone call for you in the study," she said

He entered the study, closed the door and picked up the phone "This is Villon"

"Superintendent McComb, Sir," in a voice as deep as a coal pit "I hope I' your breakfast"

"Not at all," Villon lied "You're the officer in charge of Mounted Police records?"

"Yes, Sir," McComb replied "The file you requested on Max Roubaix is on the desk in front of me

Shall I make a copy and send it to your office?"