The Elusive Mrs. Pollifax By
At the very hour this message was en route to the CIA, Mrs. Pollifax was waiting for her night-blooming cereus to do its thing.
She hardly got to see it, however, because Mr. Carstairs was alreay on his was to recruit that gallant lady for another daring mission.
Soon the most unlikely of a international spies was sporting a beautiful new hat. Perfect for hiding eight forged passports.