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  • Frenchie had connections everywhere. His father had worked in the French Embassy and Frenchie frequented some of the embassy parties. He arranged for Max and Charlie to attend a party this night at the Olympic Club. The German Ambassador Fredrick Schmidt would be there and likely with his mistress the Princess Ana. It was well known that she had connections to Hitler and so the FBI was keeping close tabs on her and Fredrick had started to distance himself but the bloom had not worn off yet.

    Women weren't allowed at the Olympic Club except for these special parties. They were seen as ornaments on the arms of the dignitaries. But despite this, there were strong women, such as Princess Ana who was considered deadly in her own right, largely due to her dangerous liasons.

    Frenchie had learned that the Japanese Naval Attache would be at the party and possibly Yoshi who was a known Japanese spy rumored to be an acquaintance of Maria Blucher, the doll lady. They weren't sure Maria would be there but it was likely they might find out more about her activities.
  • Max had gone to coffee with Charlie, she was on loan to him from Frenchie to help decode the doll lady's letters and to get him into places he otherwise couldn't go.

    She was a knockout blond looker and very clever, but Max also found her to be a little kookie. She was playful and had funny ways of looking at things. Max took a sip of his bitter coffee, shook his head, and stared at Charlie. She was sort of a cross between a femme fatale and a girl scout depending on her dressing, the mood and lighting.

    "Maxie dear, you have the oddest look on your face, like you just swallowed a canary. What ARE you thinking!"

    Max was slightly embarrassed, "Oh, ...I was just thinking ... how pretty you are."

    Charlie swept back the curl over her right eye but it bounced back like a boomerang and she just shrugged.

    "Hmmn, I was thinking it was something else, - something more distasteful."

    "Well, you are sort of funny, sort of kookie."

    "Kookie! Well Maxie, I've heard a lot of come-on lines but that's a first! You are much too serious, though. The way to crack these cases is to have fun, otherwise they will smell you coming. Speaking of smells I have a crackerjack perfume planned for tonight with a dress to match."

    Max shifted in his seat, "I'm sure you'll look great. However, I'm a little nervous about this party tonight. It's out of my league and I will stick out like a sore thumb."

    Charlie thought Max was cute in a rugged sort of way. She thought if he only had a little more confidence he could look quite debonaire and have a lot of appeal. She wondered what it was in his life that was holding him back.

    "Not with me Maxie, not with me. We'll go pick you up something fabulous to wear and then after a few martinis before we arrive, and you won't feel a thing," she winked and gave Max a little slap on the face. "Now that didn't hurt did it?"

    Max laughed, "That's what I mean.... kookie."
  • This is a fictional story based on some historical facts.
    Photos are Veronica Lake who is standing in as the actress playing Super Spy Charlie in my noir mind's eye.
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