Buyers of same (Vonier, Beebe, Ken Smith) will invade Gauer's Midnite Ron De Voo with a steaming bagful and partake of the host's wonderful glass coffee-maker brew and sit around until late, their kissers mashing crawsful of prune and icing dough, handing Gauer a lot of bunk, playing chess, or discussing the assinities of the atomic age.

But agency policy is that the case officer is, in the jargon, a scalp hunter who must turn a contact into an agent […]

We have found the greatest enemies to be rats, native cats, hawks and crows.

Had the world been coagmented from that supposed fortuitous jumble, this hypothesis had been tolerable.