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Bois Aussi and Slite walked through the part of town known as "That Really Bad Part." It was one of those places that was so bad that they didn't even give it its own name.

"Do you know where our contact is?" asked Bois Aussi.

"No, the message just said to go to That Really Bad Part of the city and look for something that was out of place. Sort of vague if you ask me."

"If you want vague, you should read French copyright laws. If we are to stop this situation from happening, I feel we must start very soon to get tot he root of things. We don't even know who the principles are, yet."

"Well, it's the Nazis and the Japanese. At least we know that much."

"But who are their representatives? They have to have sent their best agents for a task this delicate."

"Why? The Americans sent that Biggles guy."

"But all he has to do is stop the process. That can be done by blundering about with a tuba wrapped around your body and wearing lederhosen!"

"Like in Naples?"

"Oui!"

"My guess would be that the Nazis sent Von Wilebrand. Not sure who's up in the Japanese foreign service."

"Ah, mon ami, you have not heard?"

"What?" asked Slite.

"Von Wilebrand is no longer with us. He ran afoul a private investigator named Blue or something like that. A primary color of some sort. He will no longer be skulking the dark avenues of closely held secrets."

"Damn! He owed me money! Von Schlepwig is out, too. He's in Canada, right now, trying to get Yvan to build bomb parts."

"Le Terrible would do such a thing?"

"Not as far as I know, but he's making a bit of coin by acting like he would. This Depression is playing hell with cash flow."

"Tell me about it. I may be forced to moonlight with someone like the Swahilis if it keeps up."

Slite raised his snout and sniffed the air. "Does that taxi look out of place to you?"

"The brighlty painted one with the salsa music blaring from the speakers?"