By Morse44-09-2338Youll Be Dead In A Week2twenty Thousand Dollars To

Adventures by Morse. Pautini Morse presents You'll Be Dead in a Week, featuring Captain Friday. If you like high adventure, come with me. If you like the stealth of intrigue, come with me. If you like blood and thunder, come with me.

Late yesterday afternoon, Captain Friday and his operative skip-turner hopped a plane in San Francisco and hurried south to Hollywood on a very mysterious mission. They were instructed to meet Eve Carson at a place called Maggie's Intimate Drinking Salon.

It's a flossy drinking establishment located on the Sunset Strip, an exclusive small shop district. The two boys landed at the municipal airport, hustled off the plane and grabbed a cab to their destination. They found Maggie's Intimate Drinking Salon and intriguing spa, But they were even more intrigued with the story Eve Carson was telling them right from the beginning, Miss Carson.

Well, you see, Captain Friday, my brother Wesley and I came to California after father. Our last living relative died in the East. Between us were worth a million, maybe two million dollars. Oh, gone, little old female golemai.

That's what a lot of the smart boys thought. Nobody's worked me yet. Go on with your story. We loved it out here and were very happy. Then about two months ago, something happened. My brother was coming down to breakfast one morning when suddenly he lost consciousness and plunged head-first down the stairs.

And I see. Bumped his head in the fall and he hasn't been the same since. No, he apparently wasn't hurt in the fall, but he went to our doctor to find out why he lost consciousness.

The doctor told him, Wes, in a week you'll be dead. Well, he didn't take just one doctor's word for it. Oh, no, we checked with three other specialists. And they all say your brother will be dead in a week?