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

once again calling the hotel at which Dingo Stark was staying under another name. This time Stark did not sound as though he had been asleep. Poor fellow, Jackie thought sympathetically, he’s probably been sitting there worrying about that diary.
    â€œI haven’t been to San Francisco in years,” Stark answered his question. “Just once, on a tour early in my career.”
    Jackie left the number of his apartment where Stark could reach him if anything came up and hung up the phone again. “Nothing here,” he announced. “That actress, Chris Langley. She’s still alive and if she was being blackmailed we might convince her to tell us about it. Get me a current address on her. I’ll contact her in the morning.”
    â€œWhat about the three who were working over Stark when you arrived? Can you identify any of them?”
    â€œI was just getting to that. Let’s have a look at the files on blackmailers, see if any of them look familiar.”
    It was already well after midnight and it would take hours for even a hurried examination of the extensive files maintained by C.A.M.P. Both men, however, had long since accustomed themselves to keeping inconvenient hours. Sleep was a luxury when they were working on a case.
    Jackie seated himself again on the sofa while Rich opened a special cabinet nearby, operating switches. A minute later the lights dimmed and the wall opposite began to glow. A large double picture of a face, not unlike the mug shots employed by police, appeared on the wall.
    â€œNope,” Jackie said quickly. The next face appeared and produced the same comment.
    For two hours he studied face after face, rejecting some of them quickly, examining others for a few minutes before giving the negative answer.
    â€œHold onto that one,” he said finally. He scowled and studied the picture before him. “It was dark,” he said. “And I didn’t have much time to look them over. But he looks like one of them.”
    The next hour was uneventful. At last, however, Jackie sat forward excitedly. “That one,” he said quickly and without uncertainty. “That’s the big brute, the ape I told you about.”
    They went on, studying the remaining files, without any further success. When they were finished the lights came up again and the wall returned to its normal appearance.
    â€œI’ll check these two out,” Rich told him. He took the slides with him into the inner office. Here their code numbers would be fed into a transmitter, forwarded to High Camp. Within minutes they would have all of the information that was on file regarding the two suspects.
    While they waited for the reply Rich brought coffee for the both of them and they sat in silence, individually contemplating the situation. A soft tinkle of chimes, much like the glass wind chimes of the Orient—although there was no movement of the air in the apartment—announced the answer from High Camp.
    Rich was grim when he again entered the room. He handed the reports to Jackie wordlessly.
    Jackie whistled softly as he looked them over. “Jack Savage,” he read aloud. “Small time blackmailer and con man for many years. Bruno Scotto, one time strong-arm man for the Green Bay Gang, notorious queer-hater, one time suspect in the slaying of a homosexual. Both now believed working for B.U.T.C.H.”
    He raised his eyes solemnly to Rich’s. It was a name with which they were both familiar: B.U.T.C.H., Brothers United to Crush Homosexuality. Like C.A.M.P. it was an underground organization, although it had as its goal the harassment and destruction of homosexuality. Their tools included vice and crime of every sort, and their agents were everywhere. Often a homosexual, particularly one who gave the appearance of wealth, would pick up some lovely young male and enjoy a session of romance, only to find himself the victim of blackmail and worse. Among the unsolved