The Corpse That Walked
He wore another man's face. He lived with another man's woman. And he was to die another man's death. Alan Douglas found himself in a macabre masquerade that could have only one ending--murder. Beyond the door was a man who didn't exist, but who was intent on killing him!
h the world in its present state, you certainly understand the importance of manganese."
"Naturally."
"Well, what looks like an important new manganese deposit has been discovered in the interior of South America. Two companies, one European and one South American, are trying desperately to acquire control. The value runs high into the millions. Lew Hartley is also trying--and for the moment he's got the inside track. He knows things that the others do not know. Every move he makes is being watched by representatives of those other two firms. They're not sure how actively he may be interested."
"So?"
"As long as Hartley makes no definite move, their hands are tied. He's being watched. He proposes to go about his life in the customary way. That is to say, he wishes to open his place in Miami Beach this winter, and to spend there his usual three months of relaxation. These other firms, once they are sure he is doing that, will relax. They'll continue to grope for the information they
