Boomerang! Page #2

who, with thee

and the Holy Ghost livest...

ever a one-god world

without end.

Amen.

Grant, we beseech thee,

O Lord, that the soul of thy servant...

the priest George, whom,

while dwelling in this world...

God has adorned

with holy gifts...

may ever rejoice with glory

in the heavenly mansions.

O God, who has bidden us to honor

our father and our mother...

of thy mercy and compassion

on the souls of my father and mother.

Forgive their sins.

- Well?

- For a moment, I thought it was him.

The man thought it was him,

but no luck.

- What'd you expect?

- It's a chance, Chief.

So is going over Niagara Falls

in a barrel.

Let's get out of here.

- Don't anybody know anything about this case?

- Quiet.

- Come on, Dugan. It's been five days-

- Four.

Okay, four days, and you mallet-heads

haven't even turned up as much as a footprint.

- People ain't gonna like that.

- Why don't you get lost?

And have you jokers trying to find me?

Are you kidding?

Police department.

Sergeant Dugan.

- No, lady. The city pawn takes care of that.

- Lost her husband, huh?

- Oh, quiet.

- Hi, Lieutenant. What's the story?

- This is a tough case.

- Don't tell me your troubles.

But I am telling you the chief

doesn't like those stories of yours.

He's gonna get a chance not to like

a lot more of them if you guys don't-

- Well?

- Nothing. Mr. Harvey called about four times.

He says for you to come over right away,

as soon as you get in.

- Got an angle, Chief?

- No.

Mr. Harvey seems awful anxious.

Maybe there's a break in the story.

Paper! Paper! Read all about it!

- Don't you ever clean this place up?

- Laughing boy.

Police are still baffled at murder!

- Paper, Chief?

- No.

Thank you.

- How do you do, Miss-

- Go right in. He's been expecting you.

Yeah, but I tell you,

they're doing all they can.

No, I haven't heard anything

since the last time I talked to you.

Certainly, I'm gonna talk to Robinson.

Here he is now. Hello, Robbie.

I'll call you back later.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, don't look

so happy, Robbie.

- Anything break yet?

- You too?

- It's a bad case.

- It's not gonna get any better with everybody yapping at me.

- Look, Robbie-

- No, nothing's broken.

No leads, no clues,

no nothing.

We've got to get him.

This is not a pool-room shooting.

- It's a murder.

- Mr. Harvey, I was a rookie patrolman on this beat...

when Father Lambert

first came to town.

I wanna get that guy too!

I'm sorry, Robbie.

I should have known better.

- Forget it.

- Only, we're in trouble.

- Did you see the Record this morning?

- Yeah.

I don't like the tone of it.

They're gonna make a political issue out of this.

- They're just blowing their tops.

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