Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #263

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…Merely for the sake of argument milady, if you were a spy, would you travel on the Clipper?…

Belle of the Ball by Bridget Davies

Belle of the Ball by Bridget Davies

“May I cut in?” Barney Sawicki, the same Barney Sawicki who was star struck by Mary Pickford, aboard an earlier incarnation of the Clipper in 1935, steals a dance with Sara Fenwick, who has turned into the belle of the ball. Lyn was so busy pumping Lady Mountbatten for information about British intelligence, poor Sara is forced to dance her feet off. She will get even, sooner or later, but for the time being any number of men get a close up view of her chest. What the hell, what harm can come of a few fixated peeps? No man fondles her girls, thank God.

The MI5 Crest

“MI-5 is the most tenacious organization in the world,” Lady Mountbatten relates to her intrigued inquisitor. “They need to be, with Hitler at our doorstep. It is all they can do to keep him from bombing our brains out. If it were not for the air raid sirens and the intelligence we get from them, casualties would be devastating.”

“If you were a spy…?”

“I beg your pardon?” The word spy repulses the Lady.

Merely for the sake of argument milady, if you were a spy, would you travel on the Clipper?

“Oh yes, most definitely. With all the stops it makes in the Pacific Theater, good heavens, a touristy looking chap could have been practicing his craft for years. He could have a contact in every harbor. But keep in mind, because of your unexpected detour; he will be acting more suspiciously.”

An excerpt from Constance Caraway P.I. – The Hawaiian Spy:1937 CC P.I.-001

“Have you been watching that man in the blue suit, Fanny?” Constance has, ever since she saw him sneak off the Pacific Clipper in Colombo, Ceylon.

          “I did. I don’t think he thought that anybody would notice. But I did not recognize the launch that picked him up.”

          “Yes. Yes.” The gears inside Constance Caraway’s mind are turning and churning. This mysterious man had raised no suspicion until now, like he knows what he is doing and doing it for a while. “And have you noticed that he speaks to no one on the plane, and when we’re ashore, he disappears into thin air.”

          “Maybe I should follow him around at our next stop, take a few pictures,” Fanny suggests. “That photo lab we set up in our stateroom is actually quite good.”

          “Yes it is. Those chemical baths are easier to get than good airplane fuel… I didn’t think we were going to clear the trees back there.” The sound of rustling palm leaves, tickling the flying boat belly, would not be audible, but it can be imagined. “Let’s get back to our mystery man, my dear Fanny. If you could get pictures of the people he meets, that would be helpful. That would leave me free to follow some other leads. It seems that we are attracting an unusual amount of attention, considering we don’t have a flight plan,” Constance tells her trusted colleague.   “Be careful Fanny!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #262

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…“Would you do me the honor of escorting me to dinner?” asks John Ford of Carolyn Hanes, before he leaves the cabin of his weary airplane…

Meanwhile Caption-001“Is that gunfire I hear?” is the question of the moment in the passenger cabin.

Peering out the starboard side of the seaplane, for one and all to see is a submarine that is flying the Japanese flag. It has surfaced and its crew is firing the deck guns at the Pacific Clipper.

“I thought the Captain said we weren’t going to fly over any war zones?” Someone asks nervously as the flying boat pitches upward into the clouds. After several minutes they are descending down on Trincomalee, Ceylon.

Dockyard at Trincomalee, Ceylon from the Admiralty House by Harry Edmund Edgell

Dockyard at Trincomalee, Ceylon from the Admiralty House by Harry Edmund Edgell

Once safely harbored on the large island off the southern tip of India most of the crew disembarks, to be interviewed by the British Royal Air Force. They will also be guests of honor at a reception hosted by the wife of the Southeastern Asia Theater chief, Lord Mountbatten.

fords-flight-route  “Would you do me the honor of escorting me to dinner?” asks John Ford of Carolyn Hanes, before he leaves the cabin of his weary airplane. “I have been spending way too much time with the crew.”

Lyn hesitates. There is more than one dynamic at work here. “That would be wonderful, Captain.”

          It feels like a slap in the face for Sara, who is near enough to witness the perceived flirtation. It is short-lived. “Oh, and my bashful 1st Officer, Rod Brown over there, was wondering if Miss Sara would like to come along.”

          Sara Fenwick has not moved so quickly in her entire life. Imagine that, a double date? “Count me in!”

Double_Date          “Great! We will send a boat to ferry you girls ashore in a couple of hours. Oh, it’s definitely a formal affair. Let’s show them how a Clipper troop does the town!”

          “This ought to be interesting, Lyn. Are you sure you know what you are doing?”

          “I think that I am going to wear that black sequined dress. Do you have an extra pair of dark stockings?” She knows exactly what she is doing.

          “The one with the slit up to here?” she points to a spot on her thigh that is dangerously close to never-never land. “I think I’ll wear my navy blue suit, I just won’t wear a blouse under the jacket.”

         “Now that’s the essence of the evening. Let’s have some fun with this.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #260

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…Constance and Fanny  nearly circle the globe in pursuit of spies, spy secrets and spy hideouts from Jakarta and Bahrain to Khartoum and Port of Spain…

Spy vs Spy by Peter Kuper

Spy vs Spy by Peter Kuper

“My guess is that Christmas in Africa in our future,” laments Sara Fenwick, who is hoping that Jenny Hawkins will have the good sense to take care of Fenwick Fabrique’s holiday business. No one will learn the fate of the Pacific Clipper until it does, or does not, reach New York.

Carolyn Hanes has seized the opportunity to deviate from her original story line. She is going to stick out the flight of the Pacific Clipper, using the travels as background fodder for Constance and Fanny as they nearly circle the globe in pursuit of spies, spy secrets and spy hideouts from Jakarta and Bahrain to Khartoum and Port of Spain.

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“Try to make the best of this, Sara. I am truly sorry that I practically dragged you along, but to be honest, I cannot imagine being away from you for two weeks… The thought just struck me, this is December 15th. Had I gone alone, I would already be late in arriving! And with the war going on, you would beside yourself.”

          “I would?” That’s the spirit. “Of course I would, Lyn. I just think that I’m not the globetrotting type.”

          “Well, you are now, sweetie!” Lyn applies an embrace worthy of her appreciation. Then there is business. “Were you able to locate a typewriter?”

          “It’s in our berth.”

          “You are the best!”

          “I know,” she winks. “Now get in there and use it! I traded my best string of pearls for it.”

          “When we get to New York, I will replace it with diamonds!”

          “If that’s the case, I better throw in a ream of paper and a multi-color ribbon.” Sara sees the Captain coming toward them.

“I thought you would like to know that we will be making for Noumea in the morning. I need to know if you ladies will be getting off at Gladstone? We should arrive there before dusk.”

“Hell, no!” Sara blurts, then blushes. “I mean, no sir. We have a book to write. Can we use you as our hero?”

“Can we,” adds the author?

“I don’t know about hero, but I would be honored Miss Hanes, Miss Fenwick. I must confess that I have a copy of Constance Caraway, Deadly Shenanigans in the cabin, packed it in with my flight gear. Say, how does that Doctor fella get even with that hotel guy? I would have burned down his house.”

          “I do not believe you could hurt a fly, Captain Ford, but I can tell you that the good guys usually win.”

          “Touché. I guess you are going to make me finish it, aren’t you?”

          “I would rather you get us home!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #255

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Chapter Fourteen

LESSONS NOT LEARNED

…Maggie Lou Campbell is proud of how she has raised her girls; much like a breeder of horses feels about a champion thoroughbred, though horses do not sleep as much…

Zillah, Laura, A.O. & Alpha Campbell

L-R = Zillah, Laura, A.O. & Alpha Campbell

“But Mother, my tennis lessons don’t start until twelve o’clock. What time is it now?” asks a groggy Zillah Campbell.

“It is almost eleven and your breakfast is cold. You said you were coming down an hour ago.” Maggie Country Clubgoes through this struggle on a daily basis, not that the problem isn’t any of her doing. Zillah is the youngest of her three daughters and the most spoiled, without question.

“All right already. I just don’t know why I have to learn a sport I am no good at.”

“If you want to fit in at the country club, playing tennis is a must.  Look what it did for Alpha? She married a doctor.” Mom is proud of how she has raised her girls; much like a breeder of horses feels about a champion thoroughbred, though horses do not sleep as much.

“Tennis didn’t get her, Vaughn Mizzell spreadin’ her legs did.”

“You best take that back, young lady. How can you be so cruel?”

“I’m only sayin’ what Laura told me. She says she plans on doin’ the same with real estate guy, McLoud.”

Just what Maggie wants to hear? “We’ll see about that! I will not have my daughters gettin’ a reputation for sleepin’ their way into a marriage.” The scariest part of the courting of Laura Campbell is that Franklin McLoud is as close to white as a black can be. That is not so bad, if it isn’t for whom his associates are.

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They could be the very villains that Carolyn Hanes writes about in her singeing novel about murder and other shenanigans in fictitious Atlanta. It was most cleverly done, with Constance Caraway and Fanny Renwick first investigating the death and disappearance of an old woman, then discovering the smelly undercurrent of blatant racism and corruption. As the people of Leon County began to read, as is customary when the author is a local, the hum on the streets becomes deafening.

The book came out earlier in 1937. Currently, near the end of the same year, certain anonymous folks have launched a campaign to ban the book in Florida, for what they claim is its homosexual undertone. Curiously, they are not about to bring it to litigation, likely fearing that the authorities would read the book and relate her story to the dark days of 1931 Frenchtown.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #252

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…We have gone through this before, sweetie. Do remember that seven letter word: F-I-C-T-I-O-N…

Constance Caraway Cover-001

Vertical-001     Constance Caraway wasn’t going to let a good hunch go bad. It isn’t a common thing to do in Georgia, but digging up a grave is what she is setting out to do. Exhume is the word morticians use, disinter is another. Dirty job is a more apt description. Constance had read something on the death certificate, several years after the incident, while researching another, unrelated case in Atlanta.

Porter Vito is a funerary agent who resurrects people from the dead

  “Folks ‘round here ain’t used to a woman being in the mortuary, with a body and all.” Take it from someone who knows.

 “How about two women?”

 “This is my associate, Fanny Renwick. She will assist me with the evidence.”

   “Evidence? There is a body inside that box. Not in very good shape, I might add.”

        Vertical-001  “The death certificate indicates that she was to be buried with artifacts from her Indian tribe, namely a necklace she was wearing when she was killed. The report said she had marks from that chain when the body was examined.” Constance is speaking as the lid of a dirty wooden box is pried up and away. She immediately spots the colorfully beaded necklace. “Remove that please. Be careful not to touch it with your bare hands.”

   “Little chance of that, Miss Caraway,” he gently lifts the head of the cadaver, plucking the beads with right thumb and index finger! There is a larger gold scarab dangling on the bottom. Fanny is there with a bag to transport it with, not particularly thrilled with this assignment.

   “I hope you found what you were looking for. Remember, I did this as a favor for that detective friend of yours. You can thank him for this.”

   “I scratch his back, he scratches mine,” relates Caraway.

    “I’ll say!” Fanny affirms.

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“Just look at this,” Sara Fenwick points at the place in Carolyn Hanes’ manuscript. “How can our characters be flirting with a man?”

We have gone through this before, sweetie. Do remember that seven letter word?”

 “F-I-C-T-I-O-N. All right already!”


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… The characters, about whom Carolyn Hanes writes about, are as deep as the Grand Canyon on that claimed her mother’s life…

grand canyon lookout by harold shull

Grand Canyon lookout by harold shull

Carolyn Hanes is the daughter of author, Emerson Hough, who had raised his child in New Mexico, the best way he could since losing wife and mother, Molly Hough in a hiking accident at the Grand Canyon in neighboring Arizona. The burrow that Molly was riding reared, after being bit by a rattlesnake. The back of her head strikes one of the chiseled rocks, granite, limestone, or shale, ending her life in 1905. Carolyn was 9 years old, and though she would lead a comfortable life, she never stopped searching for a replacement. Her father never remarried, she never found another mother. Instead, she found a form of love that would fill that void.

The characters, about whom Lyn had referred to earlier, are as deep as the Grand Canyon that claimed her mom.

Yes, those fictional beings in her earlier romance novels, more popular in Europe due to their sexually liberal content, are understandably passionate, always seeking relationship over logic. Now, as she is about to turn 40 years of age, perspective has set in. Constance Caraway, and yes, even Fanny Renwick, are examples of people who are secure with themselves, mirroring their creator.

  And serious about what she does; Constance Caraway is hot on a previously cold trail. Four years ago, her beloved Sara was witness to a murder, one that goes unsolved (or unpunished) to this day. By subtly probing the lives of the families suspected of containing felonious conspirators, she has developed the story of jealousy, racism and pretense.

Constance Caraway Cover-001

  “I can’t believe this crap,” blasts the overbearing patriarch of the hotel owning monopoly. “”I don’t care if we have to steal their land… those damn darkies aren’t going to keep me from making that deal!”

          “But, Father, remember that night in ‘31? I know you pretend it didn’t happen, but it did. If you mess with that family, suspicions will be raised about that old woman.” Could this be lingering guilt, coming from a once foolish youth? Once and still and little angry that a Negros’s house could be grander than theirs?

          “That was 15 years ago, son, and she was a useless busybody. You and the banker’s kid probably did those darkies a favor.”

          “Word has it that banker Lucas is the father of Doc Crandall’s 2nd bitch, Lucille. If he were to find out we killed her grandma, he wouldn’t loan us the time of day, let alone a ten story hotel. No one must ever know.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #243

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…“Laura Bell is the scrappiest woman I know. I bet she gave ‘em all they could handle, Jimmy!” A.O. has known his wife’s mother for most of his life…

by Patrick Baty

by Patrick Baty

Amidst all this relational banter, there is a knock on their door. Carolyn gets up to see who it is.

“Good day, my name is, James Ferrell. This is my client, Doctor Alpha Omega Campbell. May we speak with Sara Fenwick, please?”

Lyn glances back at Sara, who motions them in.

“How are you doing, Miss Fenwick? I understand you had quite an evening last.”

Lawyer James   “That would be an understatement, Mr. Ferrell. It seems I see ghosts that are both covered with blood and five yards of my best rayon. My friend and I have been discussing possible connections to my mildly depressive tendencies.”

“First off, we do not dismiss your account of last evening out of hand. I know it looks like you were seeing things, but I have a feeling we are dealing not with common thieves, rather very intelligent and purposed individuals. With that said, can you tell us anything about the men you saw fleeing the scene?”

Sara is delighted at the prospect that she is indeed sane. “Oh, thank you, good sir… let me see… I Detectives Handbookbelieve they were younger, judging by how fast they could run. One of them was wearing one of those new hats, a variation of the tam-o’-shanter – they’ve been wearing them for years in Europe.” Of course Sara would use fashion as a point of reference. “And their clothes were by no means shabby, which is odd for common thieves.”

“Good observation, Miss Fenwick.” James Ferrell had his theories. “I believe that robbery was not the motive. Do not take this wrong lady and you A.O., but had they been Negroes, which the location of the crime would indicate, we would never have a chance to solve Olla’s disappearance.”

“Laura Bell is the scrappiest woman I know. I bet she gave ‘em all they could handle, Jimmy!” A.O. has known his wife’s mother for most of his life.

“That may have worked against her, Alpha and if my suspicions are correct, the people who may have done this, probably think they hate her, without ever having met her.” Because they are going to do their best not to involve the police, he is doing his best impersonation of a detective. “Who doesn’t like you, Doc? I know you don’t have a vengeful bone in your body, but others cannot get over whatever bothers them.”

A.O. uses the hanky from his suit jacket to wipe sweat from his bare forehead. Always the three-piece suit; he does everything but sleep in his suit of clothes. “I sense lotsa envy from whites, not likin’ what me and Maggie have, but hate, thatsa fearsome ‘motion. The Lord tells us to love our neighbor as we would want to be loved. Can’t think of no one, right off, but I’ll keep on recollectin’.”

Continued


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