Color Him Gay: The Further Adventures of the Man from C. A. M. P. Read Online Free PDF Page A

recognizing the question in the eyes that studied him. He smiled apologetically and shook his head. The stranger shrugged, and stepped back from the wall. A minute later he was gone.
    Jackie too went toward the door, opening it and allowing it to swing closed as though he had left. Then, crouching low, he retraced his steps toward the rear of the restroom. He knew that the mirror along the wall was a two-way affair, and beyond it a member of the local vice squad watched the room for any homosexual activity. It was a form of entrapment common to the local police and for this reason Jackie remained below the line of vision afforded by the mirror.
    He reached the second of the two enclosed stalls provided, one bearing an OUT OF ORDER sign on the door. Stepping inside, he slid away the top of the water closet and put his hand into the water, feeling for a concealed button. A second later the wall slid open. He stepped inside. The panel closed after him and a second door opened on to a spacious and luxurious living room.
    This was one of the many offices of C.A.M.P., the one from which he most frequently worked. Here, in one of the rooms beyond this one, was an elaborate accumulation of electronic equipment beyond description, one of the centers from which C.A.M.P. conducted its activities. The equipment was related and linked to the nerve center of High Camp, their highly secret and efficient headquarters.
    He was met by a towering giant of a man, a six-foot-five-inch figure, handsome in a bullish, muscle-bulging way.
    â€œHi, Rich,” Jackie greeted him, closing the second panel after himself.
    Rich returned the greeting, not in the least surprised by Jackie’s arrival. Indeed, there was no reason for him to be surprised, as Jackie well knew. A large and detailed map of the city of Los Angeles and the surrounding areas dominated one of the walls of the inner office. At the moment a red dot of light would be shining on the map, at the exact location of this room, because he was here. The light was a signal from the miniature homing device imbedded in an artificial thumbnail Jackie wore on one hand. Day and night, wherever he went, the light followed his movements on the map, showing his exact location at all times. He might be out of touch with C.A.M.P. occasionally but C.A.M.P. was never out of touch with him.
    â€œYou look sore,” Rich commented, pouring a drink for the blond agent.
    â€œI am,” Jackie told him. “Mentally and physically.”
    â€œWhat’s up?” Rich asked.
    Jackie seated himself at a sofa before the fireplace and tasted his drink, nodding his approval. He described the fight that he had interrupted earlier. When he said who he had rescued Rich’s eyes widened.
    â€œDingo Stark! Did you get his autograph?” Rich asked.
    Jackie smiled faintly. “I don’t know if you could call it that, exactly,” he answered.
    Rich frowned and grew silent again. Jackie knew that the dark giant felt more than a little affection for him and he knew that Rich was always slightly hurt to know that Jackie engaged in sexual combat with someone else. For his own part however, Jackie had never tried to pretend he was any different from what he was. Variety, in his case, was virtually a necessity and although he was admittedly fond of Rich he knew he could never give up his pursuit of other conquests.
    He went on, explaining the rest of the evening, although omitting the more intimate activities. His story held Rich’s attention throughout.
    â€œAnd they got the diary after all,” Rich asked when Jackie had finished.
    â€œThey got the diary and I got a lump on the head,” Jackie assured him, rubbing the spot gingerly.
    â€œYou’re right, it sounds like a job for C.A.M.P.,” Rich agreed.
    â€œMore than that,” Jackie said, “I have a personal score to settle now. I gave my word that I’d keep that book safe and I failed. I intend to get it