RANSVESTIA

Harry carefully selected the words for his reply. "Oh, yes, Sergeant. The nature of Brewer's assignment may have necessitated his simulating a slightly effeminate appearance."

"That has to be the understatement of the year, sir."

"What do you mean?"

"If this person is a man, I'll turn in my badge."

"Well, run a fingerprint check and escort the party to my office." "Yes, sir!"

Harry hung up the phone. So, Brewer was back-it had to be him-and hopefully with the list, the time limit he had set was still two weeks away. Harry felt better already- he now had a man to watch the Commie em- bassy. Good old eager-beaver Ted-he must have gotten the list while dressed in his disguise and rushed back immediately without bothering to change. Quite a risk to be taking-making a plane flight in drag. Harry had never seen an agent so anxious to get a job completed.

He turned on the intercom. "Guess what, Kathy! - Ted Brewer is back! You know, that handsome young agent you drove to the airport almost six months ago."

"How could I forget, boss, after dressing him in those dainties?"

"Well, according to the guard, you may not recognize him.”

"Oh, I think I'll know her-er- him."

"You listened in on the phone call!" Harry accused, catching the slip.

"No-Yes, I'm sorry, boss. Won't do it again,” Kathy apologized.

"Forgiven. Dig out the case file, will you." Harry couldn't stay mad at Kathy for very long.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on his office door. “Sergeant Carter here, sir." Harry opened up.

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