CHAPTERPAGE
I[THE MAN IN GRAY]13
II[JUST IN CASE]23
III[SILENT LIPS]37
IV[ORDERS FOR EAGLES]46
V[WHISPERING DEATH]58
VI[CHANGED ORDERS]76
VII[BLACKOUT]90
VIII[EAGLES CAN TAKE IT]103
IX[DEATH STRIKES]112
X[INVISIBLE EYES]125
XI[MIDNIGHT RAIDER]138
XII[FIGHTING HEARTS]149
XIII[LURKING WINGS]163
XIV[GOERING'S SNOOPERS]179
XV[DEATH TAKES WINGS]194
XVI[BLAZING DOOM]207
XVII[VULTURES' NEST]224
XVIII[EAGLES COME THROUGH]236

DAVE DAWSON AT CASABLANCA

CHAPTER ONE

The Man in Gray

The four-faced clock over the information booth on the Upper Level of the Grand Central Station in New York City showed exactly twenty-five minutes after three. Dave Dawson paused in his restless pacing up and down to look at it for the hundredth time in the last half hour. He glared at it, sighed heavily, and made noises deep in his throat.

"Where is that Freddy Farmer guy, anyway?" he grated to himself. "For half an hour I've been pounding shoe leather here waiting for him. Darned if he isn't worse than a woman, not being at a place on time. But he's probably lost. And if he is, he can stay lost for all I care."

With a sharp nod for emphasis, he walked over to the newsstand and bought a bar of candy. The Union News lad back of the counter glanced at the row of decoration ribbons under Dawson's wings, and gave him a smile and the kind of look that said he'd like to hear about some of Dawson's experiences. Dave ignored the look, however, and turned away. He didn't want to talk about the war. In fact, he didn't even want to think about it. Freddy and he were enjoying a much-deserved leave, and they still had four days to go. And until those four days had come and gone, the war could be on another world as far as he was concerned. Right! The heck with it for four more days!