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Show Chester meets the claw cjj CHESTER PROUDFOOT GOES UNDERGROUND c r,r- rhester Proudfoot lives! Making The story Sc .Far. C te bout a miraculous recovery mjjons rj$es TdStStt.'1 pipe- again, aided oy u mansion Smh:r?p8ro rothbet'rehabnitated. Proudfoot where Proudtoot campus Qn a is summoned to his o, password to mysterious mission witt. on V P fhat his a earance has been substantially altered Tuccessfully infiltrate this, the greatest jungle of all, in search of his contact. But what Proudfoot doesn't know, and what the Ch ef confides to the President, is that there ,s no contact waiting for the specimen of young American Ameri-can manhood and ideals and that Chester Proud-foot Proud-foot is on his own! Chapter Two PROUDFOOT IS PROPOSITIONED The campus of Ofoeti U. was exactly as he remembered it, even with all the construction that had been going on. Proudfoot's heart leaped as the Lear jet in which he was riding passed over it. The memories flooded in on him like a backed-up john Proudfoot wondered just exactly what assignment as-signment the Chief could possibly be sending him into if it was at a place as sedate and simple at Ofoeti-dear old Ofoeti, or "Old O" as the Alumni Association called it. And what cryptic meaning lay behind the code words: "Where's it at, baby?" "As always," the Chief had said in his last minute briefing, "should you be captured, we will have to disavow any knowledge of your existence. To the world, Chester Proudfoot is dead and there are many 'people-people within our own organization even- who breathe easier as long as that is the case." "In our own organization, sir?" "Ah, yes." The Chief took a puff on his briar, a pipe' he'd taken from the limp fingers of the arch criminal Phineas Openpalm in the one case he and Proudfoot had solved together (The Great Welfare Shuck and Jive, no. 94). "There is reason to believe that somewhere within the very bowels of our grou there is a vicious cad at work." "That'- positively foul, sir." "Naturally, Proudfoot, naturally." And the Chief's eyes had twinkled. "But you've more important things to worry about." And indeed he had. For suddenly the cab into which he'd deftly stepped un plane was suddenly stopping Zm"' pointed destination, the rJi, f' "Driver," he said in , lo on? c ti) "This istheendoftheline.p,, Proudfoot had heard those words, not to know what they meant R r ' could move he'd swung into locking around the driver's neck and pulling him over the seat deftl neck in the process. The driver w with the pain of all his naT' cancelled out but there wasn't a th' i ' except grunt through the fog of fly death as it closed in on him and sav 5 the Chief... How do you think L , if someone like you. . .pulled up'tort! a cab?. . .Part of your cover. ." ' "Cover?" Proudfoot felt the long bta hair and beard that made his Joel McC resemble more those of Jerry Garcia 1? set regretfully and he looked into the f dying man and said: 1 "Terribly sorry about that, old scout It-money It-money do I owe you?" "Jonathon, have you the poisoned l -ready?" "No my leader, the caramel stuffing arrived!" "Fool! Moron!" A maniacal scream k-"Proudfoot k-"Proudfoot approaches the park at r moment and you do not have the kumquats ready?" Be gone, you fool!" "Yes, my master." The four-and-aU lackey welcomed the chance to get chains covering him clanked sorroft skulked away, hacking and coughing. Tt was only the silence and the sunligW that hook, a hook placed where a nose i:. been, a hook that now moved deftly . air and lanced the top of a can of GreenG. leaving the two hands free to readfc , son's Philosophy, Religion and Sciences: Wood way. Then came the voice, i charged with hate that the wallpaper in: began to crinkle and peel, the glass in It quiver in apprehension, and the flor buckled in fright. "Mark my words, Chester Proudfoot!":. said. "This will be a fight to the death-):. (Watch for another chapter next week) |