The Case of the Careless Corpse

Hello? Yes, this is the Falcon speaking. Over Junior. I'm glad you called. Now you'll have to cancel me out tonight, Angel. Army intelligence is flying me to Berlin. Yes, seem some boy there, set up a murder that's as pretty as a picture, and they figure I'll look good in the frame.

The adventures of the Falcon, dedicated to private investigators everywhere. Those hard-hitting detectives who like Mike wearing, risk their lives to aid law enforcement agencies. So join him now when the Paulkin solves the case of the careless corpse.

There's one nice thing you can say about working for Army Intelligence. You certainly get around. How else would a guy like me get to see such wonderful places like Berlin? And these are interesting people like Maxle Oppenheimer.

And just in case you're curious, Maxle is a cute looking character and a tight-fitting green suit in the gray gloves surveying the crowd at the Europa. A sidewalk cafe near the Willemstrasse. To look at him, you'd think he didn't have a care in the world.

And you'd be right. Maxill, that's the next man, do the worrying. I have Christopher, imagine finding you here. You're late, Maxill. I could not help myself. I received your message at five o'clock. No lying.

Schnabel told me spoke to you at noon. I never can hide things from you. Can I, Christopher? Sit down. Max. Schnabel, tell you about your assignment. He started to, but I prefer to get my instructions firsthand.

This way there is no chance of a misunderstanding. An American intelligence officer named Michael Waring arrives from Madrid this evening. He has an appointment tomorrow morning with Professor Heinrich Schiller. Is he expert on rockets?