141- A Bullet for Mr Smith -1

Finding life, rather dull, dreaming again of exotic places, wishing you were somewhere else. We offer you escape. Escape with us now to Western Europe and an exciting story about the most murderous group of men on Earth, as Anthony Ellis tells it in a bullet for Mr. Smith.

I've been asked to take the job because the freelance correspondent in Europe, I could travel anywhere and talk to anybody without a rousing suspicion. I would be working for the French intelligence office. And since I was unmistakably American, I was hoped that enemy agents would be slow to discover me as a danger to them.

Five days after I accepted the job I was told to go to a little movie on the left bank in Paris where I would make my first contact. I went bought a ticket and found my way to the 15th row fourth seat from the aisle. Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Excuse me. Yes? Could you tell me the time? The time? Wait. I don't know. In nine o'clock this year. Nine. Exactly. Nine. Exactly. The men we are looking for calls himself Smith. He may be English, but we don't think so.

Where do I find it? We don't know. He was in Paris two days ago, but we have an idea. He's headed for Switzerland. And a description for Amiga. About 6 foot 180 pounds. Dark, small triangular skull and upper lip.

Okay, there is a tobacco shop in a village called Devon. It's on the Swiss border. Honesty is a month. One of our men. Better go there. Get Smith. Kill him if you have to. Right.

It concerned the plans of one of Western Europe's greatest defenses against invasion, the new rocket bases in France. Somebody had gained access to all the details of those rocket bases, but it remained to find out who, and then to stop him before he could get them out of the country.