Disaster in London

This story is top secret. Top secret, starring beautifully Lornomassie as the Baroness Karen Geza in transcribed stories of international intrigue and espionage, brought to you each week at this time by NBC. Tonight, as assignment nine, is after in London.

This assignment began that actually should have ended, started that it should have finished. The end and the beginning took place in a deserted sub-base station in the city of London at 2 o'clock in the morning of the 15th of June.

But this saw there were no passengers. The station was empty. Everything was silent, motionless. like the body of Nikola's Kessler lying across the express tracks. In all swift, silent struggle he had fallen off the platform, struck his head on the rail.

The parcel for which so many people had fought and killed and spied was in my hands at last. London was saved. My mission was ended. For in a moment, Nikola's Kessler would die beneath the wheels of the chairing cross express.

I could hear the power of rumble of the train coming closer. Closer. I stood there on the empty platform in the dim light without pity, without feeling. This man deserved no sympathy, no mercy. Had he lived, he would have lost the war for England.

The train race taught his few mispralling unconscious body, steel wheels on steel tracks, A symphony of clashing salt. He is the stern, cottony, turdly. I did not look at what was left on the tracks.

Nicolas Kessler was dead. My mission was over. I thought, Harland, this is Karen Geza. I am calling from my apartment.

I just got in. Hello, did you get it? Yes. Where? From Nicolas Kessler in the morning to Greson subway station. And where is Kessler now? He is dead. Yes. It was run over but it charring crossed express.