ransvestia

Harry shook his head as he wiped the lipstick off. Cynthia reminded him of the last female agent he had under his "control"-effective enough, but mainly interested in the glamor aspects of the cloak-and dagger trade - until she had gotten pregnant and married an Ambassador. At least, that wouldn't happen with Cynthia, Harry mused. But he had never heard of anyone who had wangled a G.I. mink coat before!

After taking a few moments to collect his thoughts, Harry remembered that Cynthia's previous case had not yet been closed. He wished he had never heard of transvestites - what a price he had paid for that mailing list! "Er - Cynthia - before you start on this new case, we had better wind up the old one."

"No problem, Chief. I'll personally contact each of the girls individ- ually and tell them to call me immediately if they ever get into trouble."

Harry felt relieved. "Yes, you do just that, Cynthia. The less I have to lo with those people, the better. What a diabolical bunch! I still can't quite understand why you had to take such drastic steps to gain their confidence - unless they suspected you were a spy. But, in that case, why would they let you see the list at all?" - Harry's mind began to work a little faster - "Unless it's a fake list! No, it couldn't be - they would surely realize we would discover its falsity as soon as we tried to contact a name on it. So it must be authentic. And they would disclose it to none but their own kind-" his brain was racing now. Cynthia just sat there, watching him, a curious smile on her lips. Then, it struck Harry, “– but you are their kind - so they let you see the list-knowing you would keep their secret- it's still in your head-you haven't told me- and you don't intend to, do you!," His eyes questioned hers. Cynthia wagged her head slowly from side to side. "They knew you were sent as a spy-someone told them - but who? -only you, me, Kathy, the Head Man, and Barrett knew what your assignment was-it couldn't have leaked."

Harry's monolog was broken by the sound of girlish giggles coming from the intercom. "Kathy! You've been listening! I warned you- ." There was a moment of embarrassed silence.

"Sorry, boss, my curiosity got the better of me."

"Why are you so curious about this case-?" Harry began. Then, it dawned on him. "Kathy, it was you- you were the security leak! -who did you tell, and why?" What next popped into Harry's brain, he didn't want to believe. "Kathy! You're one of them too! A man underneath your