"This agent would be something special, sir. One that would not only
demonstrate our new aircraft, but which would positively leave the
R--damn, you've got _me_ doing it!--Certain Powers tied in knots. In
point of fact, our military psychologists think that this agent might
be the wedge to split Communism apart in hopeless panic!"
"Really?" the President said, with more enthusiasm than he had shown
throughout the entire meeting. "I'd like to meet this agent."
The Secretary pressed a black button upon the conference table. An
instant later, the door opened and the Secretary's personal aide
stepped in. "Yes, sir?"
"Jenkins, have the corridor cleared and Secret Service men posted at
all entrances and exits. When it's safe, bring in Agent X-45." He
paused. "And Professor Blake, too."
"At once, sir." Jenkins hurried out.
"X-45?" said the President. "Has he no name?"