The morning was gray and gloomy.
So was Gus Wilson's mood. He had awakened with an uneasy feeling that
there was something important but unpleasant that he must attend to today.
He tried to shake off the feeling but it returned with a nagging
By the time he reached the Model Garage,
Gus had a first-class grouch stewing. He snapped a blunt reply to Stan
Hick's cheerful greeting and he cut Greg Jones short when the grease monkey
began to tell him about last night's basketball game.
Stan and Greg swapped surprised glances
and shut up. They spoke to their usually good-natured boss only when
it was absolutely necessary. Then they used an icy politeness that was
disconcerting to Gus. Before ten o'clock, Stan and Greg had succeeded
in making Gus feel like a heel.
As a result, he had worked up a good head
of steam when his partner, Joe Clark, stepped out of the office a little
while later. Joe was looking at a sheaf of papers he carried and
didn't notice the blunt greeting Gus gave him.
"We'd better get this fixed up right
now," Joe said, tapping the papers with his pen.
"I haven't time to fool around with a lot
of your darn figures today," Gus growled. Even in his usual good
humor, Gus detests paper work. "Can't you see I'm busy?" he went on.
"Shop full of cars and they're all rush
jobs - according to the owners."
"But.. "Joe began.
"I don't care what it is, "Gus cut in.
"Whatever you've got, it'll have to wait until tomorrow - as far as I'm
"Tomorrow'll be too late," his partner
snapped, getting his hackles up.
Gus mumbled something that Joe couldn't
make out and went on pulling the chain hoist.
Joe watched him for half a minute and
then grinned sourly.
"All right, if that's the way you feel
"That's the way I feel abut it," Gus
Joe spun his heel and marched back into
the office, his back as stiff as a ramrod.
From that point on things got worse.
The day dragged along slowly and gloomily. One thing after another
went wrong. By lunch time, Stan and Greg knew it was his fault but
somehow he couldn't bring himself to make the friendly overtures he knew
would break the tension.
Still burrowing in the back of his mind
was the consciousness of something that had to be done today, hut he
couldn't bring it to the surface. Every now and then he'd stop his
work and try to concentrate on remembering it.
About four o'clock a horn blared outside,
Greg pushed the door aside and an old sedan rolled into the shop. A
fat man stepped out of it and began talking before he had both feet on the
"After I been driving this bus for nearly
ten years, all of a sudden she turns into an oil hog," he complained.
"I put in a quart and the next thing I
know it's all gone. Where or how, I don't know, but I'm fed up with
always buying oil."
"I'll take a look," Gus said. There's
nothing that Gus enjoys more than a trouble hunt so he perked up a bit.
"Ever notice any oil under your car after it's been parked - say overnight?"
"Not a drop," the owner told him.
"I lose the oil on the road but I don't know how, had a complete motor
overhaul not long ago. The garage charged me plenty but they swore the car
would be as good as new. It was after that she started eating oil."
How Many Ways Can You Lose Oil?
"Stan," Gus called, "come here and give
me a hand, will you?"
"What's up, boss?" Stan asked as he came
from the rear of the shop.
"Got another of those tricky oil leaks to
find," Gus explained as he raised the hood. "Trot around back and see
if the tailpipe is oily."
"What's that got to do with it?" the fat man asked.
"The blow-by past the piston rings and
valve guides can push oil out of the crankcase," Gus told him, "and it will
show up as an oil film in the end of the tailpipe."
"No oil back there," Stan reported.
"Well," Gus sighed, "we've got to do some
Evidence suggested that the main-bearing
seals were tight. So were the cap screws holding the oil pan.
All visible gaskets seemed okay, Gus turned to the clutch housing.
"How could that have anything to do with
it?" Stan asked. He'd almost forgotten the earlier unpleasantness.
"If the breather holes in the clutch
housing are clogged with mud or grease," Gus answered, "that might cause the
clutch assembly to suck oil. But this is okay."
"I didn't know there were so many ways of
losing oil," the fat man said.
"There are dozens of ways, "Gus said,
"and some of them are very tough to find."
"How about that one we had last week?"
Stan put in. "The breather pipe."
"Yeah," Gus said, "that was a real tough
one. We had to work the paper dodge on it."
"What's this business about the breather
pipe and the paper dodge?" the man wanted to know.
"Well," Gus begin, "that car had been
losing oil too. I tried every test I knew to find the leak in the
shop, but no soap. So we tied a big sheet of heavy wrapping paper
under the engine and took the car on a road test. When you come back from a
test like that and find oil spots on the paper, you usually can tell where
the leak is."
"Yeah?" said the fat man.
"Sure," said Gus. "Just untie the
paper and hold it over the engine in the same relative position. Then
notice where the spots are and check the engine parts under them."
"It sure found that one," Stan said.
"What was the trouble?" the new customer
"The engine's rear breather pipe," Gus
replied. "You never could have found it by checking in the shop.
Had to take the car out and run it. When the car was moving, the wind
stream across the outlet of the rear breather pipe built up a vacuum in the
pipe that caused the oil leakage. A few small holes drilled in the
pipe stopped the vacuum from forming and ended the leak. It's a
simple cure but a tough leak to locate."
"Maybe that's where my leak is, "the
"Nope," said Gus. "There isn't any
oil on the pipe. There would be if you were losing it there I
"Then, let's get started with the paper
test," he urged.
"Not so fast," said Gus. "I want to
check the oil lines first. Start the engine, Stan," Gus bent over the
engine again and began checking the oil lines and fittings. After a
few minutes he straightened up.
"Find it?" the owner asked.
"Yep," Gus answered, "here's your
oil thief." He pointed to the nut securing the input line to the oil
filter. "I found a thin film of oil on this line and it led to the
nut. When your engine was reassembled after that overhaul, the nut
wasn't tightened enough. That caused a leak when the pressure was high
and the oil was warm - say at fairly high-speed road driving. At low
speeds or when the oil was cold, the fitting didn't leak. A little
tightening will fix it up all right."
Rain Brings More Trouble
"So that's what's been wasting my oil,"
the fat man groaned. Then as Gus turned from tightening the nut, the
man said: "This has been one tough day, hasn't it?"
Gus looked at the fat man closely and
then, without knowing why, he agreed with him.
"Well, I've got it done, anyhow," the man
added as he climbed into his car.
"What - the day?" Gus asked.
"Are you kidding?" the man grinned,
putting his car into gear.
As the shop door closed behind the old
sedan, even the weather took a turn for the worse. The gray murk
thickened into an icy rain driven by a howling March wind. Sheets of
water lashed down on the highway and rattled against the shop windows.
Before long there was another horn
squawking outside the shop door. Stan opened the door to let in a
water-streaming coupe with its headlights burning. Joe Williams, the
City Alarm's local reporter, jumped out, Gus noticed that Williams, too,
looked like he'd had a rough day. What's the matter with everybody,
"Never thought I'd make it here,
"Williams said. "What a rain!"
"What happened?" Gus asked.
"Couple of miles up the highway my
windshield wipers almost stopped working. I couldn't see where I was
going." The reporter glanced at the shop clock and let out a yelp.
"For the love of Mike, fix those wipers quick, Gus, I've got to get to the
post office to catch the 5:30 mail. It's the last one out."
"I'll do my best," Gus said, "but I never
make promises about slow wipers until I find what makes 'em slow.
Sometimes you can fix 'em quick, sometimes not."
"This just can't take a long time," the
wakes at the Count
Williams hopped around nervously, Gus checked the wiper hose for air leaks,
but found none. He disconnected the wiper motor, examined it, and
replaced it. Nothing seemed to be wrong with the motor, but when he
switched on the wiper, the blades still swept slowly across the windshield.
"How about it?" Williams asked.
"It might be," Gus said, "that the
manifold vacuum is low. Finding out why and fixing it might take a
"I tell you," Williams almost screamed,
"that I'll be sunk if I don't catch that 5:30 mail. There must be
something you can do. Come on - pull a miracle out of your hat.
You've done it before."
While the reporter raved, Gus
disconnected the hose. He held it up to the light, looked through it,
and laughed. The hose showed no outside bulge but the inch nearest the
intake manifold was so swollen inside that the aperture was almost closed.
Gus handed the hose to Williams and told him to take a look.
"The heat and manifold fumes broke down
the rubber," Gus said. He cut off the swollen section and replaced the
hose. The wipers swept back and forth vigorously.
"Open that door!" Williams yelled,
jumping into his car. "I'll pay you on my way back. No time now,
I've got to catch that mail. If your return isn't postmarked the
fifteenth, it means a fine."
Gus watched the coupe shoot out of the
"Return.. fine.. what's the matter with
that guy?" he muttered. Then it dawned on him. "Holy cow!" he
yelled. "Joe! Joe Clark!"
"What's biting you now?" his partner
asked from the office door.
"I've forgotten to make out my income tax
and it's got to go in today. You'll have to help me. I always
get it all balled up. I've known all day there was something that I
had to do, but I couldn't..."
"All you've got to do is sign your name,
Joe laughed. "Don't you remember you gave me the dope right after the
first of the year?
It's made out and I tried to get you to
sign it this morning, but you were so crusty that.. "
"Never mind that now," Gus snapped.
"Gimme the blank and a pen. I've
got to get that 5:30 mail. You don't want to see me pay a fine, do