Fiend Without a Face Page #5

Quite a roundabout route.

The new airfield extension

covers a lot of ground.

- Too much for Winthrop's liking.

- It must keep you busy.

Yes, yes,

there's a lot to do.

- I'll bet there is.

- Come again?

You found that G.I. Killer yet?

You'd be far better off huntin' him down

instead of tomcattin' around here.

I should bust you...

Cut it out, the both of you!

Come on!

Sorry. I hope

I didn't break anything.

I think you'd better leave. You've done

enough damage for one morning.

- Good night, sir.

- Oh, good night, Sergeant.

When you tell me you haven't

known me long enough...

Oh. Yeah, okay.

Okay, I'll see ya later.

How do you like that? She says

we haven't been properly introduced.

And she's a nurse.

I hope you made out better

with the museums and stuff.

- They all think I'm crazy.

How'd you make out?

- We've got work to do.

Uh-uh. You're the guy

who works after 5:00, not me.

This is serious. I want you

to get me all the information

you can on Prof. Walgate.

Everything he's ever written...

books, articles, everything.

Don't worry. I'll have this guy

in check by tomorrow night.

So long, Mayor.

All right, fellas, all right.

Let's stop this nonsense.

No fancy atomic radiation

caused these deaths.

What about the mayor?

What killed him?

Who are you trying to fool?

It's the atomic fallout.

Hold it, fellas! Hold it!

Someone murdered the mayor.

The same maniac that killed Jacques

Griselle, Ben Adams and his wife.

- Where is he?

- If you'll shut up, I'll tell you.

Quiet there. Let him talk.

Now, the fellow we're after

is out there in the woods.

Probably some mad G.I.

That's gone wild.

He can't move far if we move fast.

- Let's stop jabbering and get after him!

- Let's get him!

All right, now. Let's go!

Right, fellas.

Let's find this guy.

- Keep a sharp lookout, okay?

- Yeah, Gibbons.

Okay, let's go.

Excuse me, sir.

This just came in from the FBI.

Hmm. "Walgate. Brilliant scientist.

Recluse. Considered highly eccentric."

That old guy Walgate sounds like a cross

between Einstein and Robinson Crusoe.

It gets more interesting

all the time.

Okay, Sergeant,

I'm going out for a while.

Well, hello.

Nice to see you again.

I'm very busy.

Well, I'd like to see the professor.

Oh. Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Come in.

Prof. Walgate, Major Cummings

from the air base to see you.

- Sorry to barge in like this, Professor.

- Not at all.

These days I welcome

any excuse to stop work.

Isn't that so, Barbara?

Please take a chair, Major.

Thank you.

I came to see you

about this business with the mayor.

Oh, terrible tragedy.

Really terrible.

- I need your help.

- Anything you say. Just name it.

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