when my name and honor ſhall be ſpread, As far as Boreas claps his braſen wings, Or faire Botëes ſends his cheerefull light.

“Young man, if you have no authority, let me speak to someone who has! Put me through to Mr. Berquist.” The stooge suddenly lost his smile and Jubal thought gleefully that he had at last pinked him.

The spy program was very hush-hush: no-one ever spoke of it.

Mirrors are reflective.