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Subject: [bksvol-discuss] Re: Question about BSO Reservations for Death (Duncan
Mcclain Mystery #9
What do i need to do page 143 and 144?
Here is the first page
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"No, none."
Maclain sat up and nursed his knee. "So, you're responsible for my idea that
Breitmeyer doesn't exist, Arnold."
"I'm listening hard," Cameron said. "How do you put the blame on me?"
"From what you said to me yesterday in the car. Quote: Breitmeyer's vanished,
assuming that the so-and-so ever existed beyond his name, unquote."
"I'll learn to keep my yap shut around you sometime. You and that head-recorder
you use for a brain. Take it on from there."
"You said further," the captain reminded him, "that Breitmeyer had been
involved in shady deals since the end of World War II; that he'd amassed an
enormous fortune by double-crossing everybody, red, white and blue. You said
he'd just plain disappeared.
"I asked you if you thought he was in this country. You said, if he was he had
an alias that was a beaut."
"Okay, okay! Guilty as charged. Where do we go from there?"
"I'm going abroad for a moment, and start from there. Have you been in touch
with foreign police? Scotland Yard. The Sûret. Our Security in Germany and
Austria, China and Tokyo?"
"Oh, please, Maclain. I got my Junior Tracy badge a year ago, and my outfit
even had a word of praise from the Wisconsin senator."
"But according to you, Arnold, you still don't know who Breitmeyer is, or what
he looks like. I'm quoting you again. That can only mean one thing to me:
either you're holding out on me for security reasons, or the top police
next page
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killed, because your father knew the real identity of the man who started the
Hugo Breitmeyer name."
Archer said, "Once I sent a man to the chair for putting his wife through a
sausage machine. He seemed like a kindly sort of duck, when I got to know him
better. Maybe he was a little silly. But this one-he isn't even silly. I'm
afraid I can't work up much sympathy for him. I'd like a few more facts,
Captain, on this financial wizard who thinks so much of folding money he can
crash a passenger plane. Just what do you mean by this 'Hugo Breitmeyer name'?"
"I mean just that," the captain said. "It is just a name."
Dan Bartlett said, "I believe I see what you mean. It's a business name."
"You've hit it right on the nose, there, Dan. A business name. Like Ford, or
Edison, or Firestone. Except that those men once really lived and founded great
projects that grew and thrived on decency. The man we want so badly went abroad
sometime with something for undreamed profits. Acting on the spur of the
moment, to cover his own identity, he invented the Hugo Breitmeyer name."
"So actually," Arnold Cameron said, "we're looking for the principal
stockholder in a corporation. Is that it?"
"Corporation, syndicate, holding company or what have you," the captain told
him. "In ten years this Hugo Breitmeyer company has grown like a poisonous
mushroom. It apparently has agents flying all over the world taking orders for
contraband. I don't believe the identity of those agents will ever be known. I
have an idea they closed each deal in contraband trade by signing the con
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tract 'Hugo Breitmeyer' and claiming that signature as their own."
"Anyhow, the man who conceived it is our quarry now. He's made enough, or
gotten cold feet. He's called it quits, whatever the cause. He's really going
underground, as Arnold says, for he's stopped the Breitmeyer outlet here by
shooting Louis Shehadi."
"I think I'll buy that," Davis said suddenly. His voice was grim. "Now about
this papa of Hugo's who gave birth to the name. Can you feed us a couple of
more wild thoughts that might put the cuffs on him?"
The captain thought a moment. "I had an idea of talking to Mona in my bugged
apartment and letting her tell me that she'd seen a picture of Breitmeyer
somewhere. Maybe in some old trade magazines."
"A picture of Breitmeyer?" Mona asked.
The captain nodded. "An imaginary picture, of course, of the man who originally
spoke to your father as Breitmeyer in Tokyo. I was going to have you tell me
there was a copy of that old magazine somewhere in your father's plant on West
Thirtieth Street. We could set a trap."
"Do you think it would work?"
"I'm not going to try it. It was an asinine scheme that shows the straws I'm
clutching for. There's too much heat on you now, Mona. Dan's getting you out of
range of }. A. Smith, and that right away, this afternoon."
"So what now, fans?" Cameron asked moodily. "Do we send out a general pick-up
order for everybody in the United States who speaks Korean, has been abroad and
has manufactured anything made of iron or steel?"
On Fri, Oct 2, 2015 at 10:31 PM, Christopher Zeigler <chrisallen032@xxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
Hi This is Chris
Can you all help me i am not sure if smith or smity?
I will put the page here.
smity
up a plane. Sign your name to a picture and give your address. Nuts!"
"It's rather obvious, isn't it, that Smitty is a faster thinker than
you are, Spud. Suppose he'd put down some nonexistent concern and
Belden Clark had started asking questions. It seems to me that Smith
must know something about Suffolk Roller Bearings. He was prepared to
answer, if Belden got curious. That picture was supposed to have gone
down with Belden on that plane."
Sybella said, "I don't like to pry, but if it isn't top secret, I wish
you boys would tell me more. Roller bearings as a luncheon topic have
always fascinated me."
"I learned the futility of trying to keep secrets from you several
years ago, darling. Also, I can sense that poisonous smile you're
giving Spud and me. So you found out from blabber-mouth, Rena, that
Mona Clark and Dan Bartlett were here. And you guessed, in your own
inimitable fashion, that I'd gotten interested in Belden Clark's
death. That's what really brought you home to lunch today. Or am I
wrong?"
"Perish the thought!" Sybella said. "A detective wrong? You believe
that Belden was murdered, and all those people on the plane, don't
you?"
"To the extent that I've sort of made up my mind to get the man or men
who did it."
"Then you're in pretty deep already, aren't you?"
The captain slashed a hand across his throat. "Up to here. Why? Did
you have some particular reason for wanting me to drop it?"
"More than one, maybe. I wanted all of us to move out to the house on
Long Island next week. That was one
