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benefit of being a secret agent. But there's one thing even the Reds can't stand. I tell you, Chief, one photo of him with me completely undressed, and we'll own him!"

The impact of her audacious proposal struck Harry with full force. The idea seemed preposterous. But it might work. He looked Cynthia over very carefully. She was sitting straight in her chair, legs modestly together (her skirt came above her knees), clutching her handbag on her lap. Her pretty pink mouth was parted in a pleasant feminine smile, eyes shining vivaciously under blue-shadowed lids accented by neatly arched brows - the very picture of an attractively chic young lady, a girl that any red-blooded man would want to take to bed. No trace of Ted at all. The more Harry thought about it, the better he liked the plan. Yes, it would work, he decided. Quite a brilliant idea, in fact. His agent's strange aberra- tion didn't seem to have affected her remarkable cunning. Only once be- fore in his long carreer had Harry managed to trap an enemy agent in a compromising situation.

"Well?" she finally inquired.

"It sounds-um-rather interesting, Cynthia," he acknowledged.

"Thought you'd like it," her eyes twinkled, "but I'll need a little help to make sure of snagging him.” Her voice took on an angry tone. “In Berlin, the dirty rat seduced the Countess von Himmeldorf, a really beautiful young girl, then treated her like dirt - beat her black-and-blue. The poor kid tried to kill herself -I, rather, 'Ted,' had to rescue her from the ledge outside her hotel room. That's the kind he is – his evil black heart seems to get a perverse thrill from degrading nice, innocent young ladies. In partic- ular, he aims for wealthy bourgeois girls-the higher their class, the far- ther he can drag them down. So, to be certain I can entice him, I'll need my mink and diamonds." She saw Harry's jaw drop and hastened to end before he could speak, "If you let me keep my goodies and go through with that citation you promised, I'll let you claim this plan as your own-make some brownie points with the head of the Agency," she offered.

Harry looked skeptical but, before he could say anything, Kathy again interrupted with an urgent message: "Look out, boss! Here comes Mr. Barrett, headed straight for your door. And he looks absolutely furious!" she warned.

Before Harry could respond, the office door burst open and the huge

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