141- A Bullet for Mr Smith -2

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As Anthony Ellis tells it in a bullet for Mr. Smith. I've been asked to take the job because the freelance chorus spawned 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, found my way to the

15th row, fourth seat from the aisle. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse What does it mean? Yes. Could you tell me the time? The time? Wait a minute. Nine o'clock this year.

Nine. Exactly. The men we are looking for calls themselves Smith. You may be English, but we don't think so. What do I think? We don't know. You're in Paris two days ago, but we have an idea. He's headed for Switzerland.

You're a meager about six foot 180 pounds dark small triangle a scar on a bullet Okay, there is a tobacco shop in a village called Devon. It's on the Swiss border Understand is a month one of our men that are 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