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!

For the hundred-and-first time Dawson looked at the information-booth