CHAPTER PAGE
I [Mystery Man ]11
II [Room 1200 ]20
III [Fate Laughs ]31
IV [East of Darkness ]42
V [Doubling for Death ]53
VI [Eagles for Moscow ]63
VII [You Can't See Death ]72
VIII [Nazi Lightning ]85
IX [TNT Twins ]98
X [Eastward to War ]114
XI [Moscow Magic ]129
XII [The Living Dead ]144
XIII [High Stakes ]158
XIV [Success or Suicide? ]171
XV [Land of the Dead ]187
XVI [Satan Is Gleeful ]199
XVII [End of the Beginning ]212
XVIII [Aces Don't Wait ]222
XIX [Headaches for Hitler ]234

CHAPTER ONE

Mystery Man

"Okay, okay!" Dave Dawson growled, and rolled over to a more comfortable position in the hotel bed. "It's dear old England. A wonderful country, a great place. And you're tickled silly to be here. Okay, I agree with every word you say. God save the King, and there'll always be an England. Now, will you let a guy get some sleep?"

"But you don't understand what it means to me, Dave." Freddy Farmer spoke through the darkness from the other bed. "This is my native land, my home, and I've—"

"Gone completely screwy!" Dawson snapped. "Sweet tripe! You were here only two days ago. Two days you've been away, and you're sounding off as though you'd been away for a million years. Just a two day jaunt over to France, and the guy starts flag waving. My pal, much as I like you, you are a pain in seventeen different places at the same time. Go to sleep, you bow-legged Commando!"[1]

"Just what I've said quite often," Freddy said placidly. "It takes an Englishman to really appreciate his homeland. Two years or two days, what does it matter? The joy that is his upon arriving back home is always the same. Do you see what I mean, Dave?"

Dawson groaned, sat up in bed, and switched on the table lamp. But as he did so he took a quick automatic glance at the room windows to make sure that the blackout curtains were drawn and securely fastened. Then he hunched around in bed and glared at his closest and dearest friend in the world.

"The day will come!" he snarled. "So help me, the day will come!"