DOUBLE IDENTITY
By Charles F. Myers
Grant Dermitt's stories showed remarkable
creative ability. His hero, Fleetwood Cassidy,
was the greatest fictional character—alive!...
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
June 1951
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
He demonstrated again that rangey reach of his and slammed a fistful of hard knuckles into the putty face in front of him. Mario went down on the thick carpet, his fat nose spurting blood like a drinking fountain for vampires. He was just another one of those larded slobs and, true to the type, he began to blubber. The blonde in the corner froze in place like a lead statue in a snow storm.
"Wait!" Mario whined. "Wait a minute, Cassidy. I'm not stalling. I just want to make a deal, that's all."
"You've made a deal," Fleetwood snapped. "How do you like it, fat boy? Now where's the stuff?"