G-men take over Doan's life and complications ensue - a search for unique ore in the demented desert town of Heliotrope, mistaken identity, spies, and general chaos. Copyright un-renewed
DOAN PACKED IN TEN MINUTES FLAT, AND WHEN he got through the apartment looked as though he had done just that, but he didn't. He looked neat and fresh and cool in a light gray suit and a lighter gray hat and gray suede oxfords. He parked his two big, battered suitcases at the door, and as a last move pulled the cushions off the chesterfield and unearthed a Colt Police Positive revolver.
He slid that inside the waistband of his trousers, hooking it in a cloth loop sewn there for that purpose, and then he went over and pulled up the rug in the corner behind the bridge lamp. He found a .25 caliber automatic hidden there. He put that in the breast pocket of his coat and pushed an ornamental dark blue handkerchief down on top of it to keep it in place.
He was all ready to go when he had another thought. He took out his wallet and counted the money in it. The sum did not impress him. He put the wallet aw
This is the third of the Doan & Carstairs novels I have read. They are always nonsense and they never fail to amuse. Doan is the most unlikely "hard-boiled detective." It is laughable. Of course, our hero unravels the mystery utilizing facts that are not available to the reader, but even so, it is a fun read.
A pity this sequel to 'Mouse in the Mountain' lives more from its cool dialogs than from the interesting scenery but the plot is complicated and not uninteresting. The dog is his usual self.
This would make a great movie!