I narrate this incident, otherwise trivial, as indicating
the astounding ramifications and the ubiquity of the
international spy system. A similar illustration occurs
to me as I write. I was walking the other day with another
man, on upper B. way between the T. Building and the W.
Garden.

"Do you see that man over there?" I said, pointing from
the side of the street on which we were walking on the
sidewalk to the other side opposite to the side that we
were on.

"The man with the straw hat?" he asked. "Yes, what of
him?"

"Oh, nothing," I answered, "except that he's a Spy!"

"Great heavens!" exclaimed my acquaintance, leaning up
against a lamp-post for support. "A Spy! How do you know
that? What does it mean?"

I gave a quiet laugh--we Spies learn to laugh very quietly.

"Ha!" I said, "that is my secret, my friend. _Verbum
sapientius! Che sara sara! Yodel doodle doo!_"

My acquaintance fell in a dead faint upon the street. I
watched them take him away in an ambulance. Will the
reader be surprised to learn that among the white-coated