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Facey Smiles Triumphantly

CHAPTER 1MASTER OF MAKEUP

Facey Fredericks leaned on theglass counter top in the jewelry-store and smiled triumphantly.The clerk was wearing a similargray suit, and that was all thatFacey needed to carry out his cun-ning plot.A quick glance around the store


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10 DICK TRACYwith its locked, glass-fronted cab-inets, behind which diamondssparkled, sapphires flashed, andemeralds glowed, convinced Faceythat the manager was in the backroom displaying some preciousjewelry to the woman he had seenentering a few moments before.Facey caught a glimpse of himselfin the tilted mirror on the counter.No, the oval face framed by close-cropped brown hair was hardlynoticeable in a crowd; he lookedlike the average man of thirty-five.But this was precisely what made An Average Man of Thirty-Five


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12 DICK TRACYhis face worth millions

Let's see this ring, Facey re-quested, tapping commandingly onthe glass counter top.The clerk turned away from the

window, in which he had beenarranging a glittering necklace.

Be glad to show it to you, sir,he offered, taking a small key fromhis pocket. He carefully opened theback of the table cabinet and re-moved the large, yellow, pear-shaped diamond. It shone magnifi-cently on its platinum setting.

Facey fondled it, held it up to Let's See This Ring


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14 DICK TRACYthe light, and studied it.

What's the price of this? heasked casually, putting it down onthe black velvet display cloth. ,

Ah, smiled the clerk. This isa perfect stone. Flawless. It weighsthree and a half carats

The price insisted Facey.Without tax, it will come to fivethousand seven hundred and fiftydollars. The clerk stared intentlyat Facey to see his reaction.

Let me write that down, Faceymuttered, taking a silver pen fromhis inside jacket pocket. Facev Studies the Ring


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16 DICK TRACYMy card, the clerk said, plac-

ing a small, white business cardon the counter top in front ofFacey. Why not use it to makeyour notes?

Facey nodded and took anotherhurried glance about the store. Noone was at the door and no onecould see him from the back room.Facey raised the pen just above thecounter level as the hopeful clerkleaned over. Then he pushed thepen's pocket clip.POOOOFA bluish cloud of smoke shot Facev Strikes


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18 DICK TRACYupward into the startled clerk'sface. Before he could do more thangasp, the clerk's eyes rolled upwardand his body slumped down.Facey's hands immediately shotacross the counter, catching andsupporting the man.At that moment the front door

swung open and two men in darksuits, their faces hidden in theshadows of their downturned hatbrims, enteredobviously on cue.They quickly grabbed the uncon-scious clerk and hurriedly draggedhim out of the store.

The Clerk Is Dragged Out of the Store


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20 DICK TRACYFacey was already behind the

counter, turning the mirror standaround so he could study his facein it. Then he pulled from hisjacket pocket makeup tubes, pow-ders, hair coloring, liner pencils,and a tube of adhering, skin-coloredplastic.

Deftly, Facey worked. First hebroadened his cheekbones to thewidth of those of the missing clerk.Then his fingertips rubbed coloring-through his hair, turning it frombrown to black with a hint of grayat the temples. A lining pencil Facey Applies His Makeup


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22 DICK TRACYadded forehead wrinkles and shad-owed his cheeks slightly. Soon hisface was miraculously trans-formed. Within the startling spanof less than one minute, the miss-ing clerk seemed to once again bestanding at his accustomed placebehind the counter.

I'll have the clasp readjustedand call you as soon as it's ready,Facey heard the owner say as heescorted a middle-aged woman pastthe counter. Facey nodded to thecustomer as the owner solicitouslyheld open the door for her. Facey Poses as the Clerk

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24 DICK TRACYShe bought it exclaimed theowner when the door swung shut.His eyes were sparkling. It isn'tevery day that you sell a fifty-thousand-dollar necklace, he mar-veled.Facey, mimicking perfectly thedeparted clerk's voice and inflec-tion, replied, WonderfulNow, the owner briskly ob-served, -we'd better put the traysback in the vault.It was going along perfectlyFacey thought to himself. Heglanced at the front door. One of

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